never underestimate those
who have crossed the bridge
because those who have
crossed over know how
rickety it is sometimes it's
hard to believe structures
unsound and we're bound
to fall down crumbling into
the ground it's hard not to
see by living by the sea
the breeze coming through
the trees so many have gone
to places unknown matters
how far no one knows where
wind comes from and where
it goes all we know is it blows