Throughout life there are barriers

we sometimes endure, or we fail.

Standing on the rails of a high

and metaphorical bridge in the night

sky, we imagine our morose lives. 

We’re just here for a little while,

turns out it all flies by, like the birds

circling above keeping an eye on things.

Our time here really is just a moment,

that occurs like a short story told.

It’s when we begin to argue, a pretend

state of mind, carries us away like the wind.