to get away from it all,
dangle above the hustle,
chat and reflect on the daily bustle.
to stay away from the sloshing mud
that defines my entrapped life.
to be high in the sky,
defying all laws of gravity,
suspended by God's great love.
when will that day come.
when i finally trust enough,
when i muster that faith,
to get on that bridge
hanging so free from my weary life.
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