Jim Sinclair
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I built a bridge
out of nowhere, across nothingness
and wondered if there would be something on the other side.
I built a bridge
out of fog, across darkness
and hoped that there would be light on the other side.
I built a bridge
out of despair, across oblivion
and knew that there would be hope on the other side.
I built a bridge
out of helplessness, across chaos
and trusted that there would be strength on the other side.

I built a bridge
out of hell, across terror

and it was a good bridge, a strong bridge, a beautiful bridge.
It was a bridge I built myself,
with only my hands for tools, my obstinacy for supports,
my faith for spans, and my blood for rivets.
I built a bridge, and crossed it,
But there was no one there to meet me on the other side.