Looking forward to the faint light 
Squinting to see the future despite 
Having to travel across the dark bridge 
Stood, observed how wobbly rigged 
Contemplating how to proceed 
Saw darkness and knew my needs
Were filled with fear using eyesight 
Dreaded crossing into the night 
But this was the only path between 
So in my mind, I created a new scene
No longer will my eyes see bleakness 
However, I will to see, only pleasantness 
And I will cross the bridge of flowers 
I will know, that light will give me powers
And I will cross that way because mandatory 
Because that bridge is only simply imaginary

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