November 9, 2012
Bridges and Trees
I had a wicked dream and it brought up a question,
If a new bridge was built, would I cross it?
It's not as simple as the question looks,
For the land I am on seems dreamy...
Yet I probably really didn't get much out of it.
Perhaps internal growth and stuff.
But with all that I invested in this land,
I still don't see any trees.
The people across the bridge are chanting,
And they've seen my hard work.
The people across the bridge are advertising,
Promising me the world if I do what I did here for them.
They're assuring me the best, but how can I be sure?
And how do I know the same promises weren't implied here?
My biggest thing is that while the trees might never grow,
Trees don't grow overnight...