Youth was full of fun and games
The road a path my small hands made,
The clock spins and time moves on
Days of fun now beginning to fade.
With each step across this crumbling bridge
I fear I will slip,
Falling through my mind’s maze
Wondering what caused the trip.
Sky is fogged and the sun lays hidden
My eyes are blinded with doubt,
Arms out I keep moving
Feet gripping the wood as I let out my final shout.