crossing

Much like a link so like an open door, here to there to anywhere on the other side....wide open spaces, empty air.  space and time!  just a gap away.  To cross a line from one side to the other.  So in life....maybe I need to cross the bridge.  A span of time through which we toss. Shall we go forth and find our way in one straight line or will we will go astray? Pitfalls lie in the road ahead, through curves and hills the way is led, we have lingered too long and traveled far to have found that this door has been left open.  There will be steppingstones to cross, just dont want to get lost.  do we see in time the blessed bridge out there beyond the nearest ridge?  Turn back? We can see you now. You are as you were, Forward  we go!  Let your hopes spur. We burn our bridges and start anew. On distant shores, dreams may come true.