Under the bridge is where I once went
To escape the elements they call progress
For it is where we can duck the storm
Or be free of the stress they call the norm
It’s where we fish, dream, or smoke
Or write grafitti to somehow invoke
The minds of all who would see it
Sometimes we can hardly believe it
That through our escape there’s reward
Through activity that we can afford

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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