building burnt bridges

an oldie i forgot to move from my other site. there'll be a few like this coming up. old, that is.

she has a draw he can't escape

for a time he simply thought it fate

but when he sees her eyes and hears her voice

he knows it's just a selfish choice.

he tried his best to stay away

in constant motion every day

but still saw her every time

he thought she'd gone far enough that he wouldnt see her shine.

now he's burning bridges as he goes

and leans to the wind as it blows.

through the smoke and flame he can see her island fade away

like a dream you cant recall the following day,

only the feelings come back

and the vision quickly fades to black.

but the world is small and the world is round.

and with enough bridges burnt he finds he's bound

to keep returning, turning around,

and walking away,

building bridges to be burnt again one day.

looking back and turning in place

losing direction and losing pace.

which way forward, which way backward

which way up and which way down.

he doesnt know.

as far as he can get in this world of his doesn't seem enough

while he's outside hers world she's inside his.