To The Bridge کے بول

There's an endless amount of elements constructed out of math and other things that I barely understand. I stare from a coast with every intention to see another destination. It's not about hate, it's not about pain. Just compelling waves of thought that seem to wash over your brain. And they're whispering: "Do the right thing or throw it all away". I just haven't decided if it's across the lake Or at the bottom of it. That wind was something I'll never forget. Every time I feel it move, i'm reminded that It's not about love, it's not about trust. Just being comfortable collapsing on the shores where you wash up. And they're whispering: "Do the right thing or throw it all away". All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul. (I'll throw it all away)