You told me that there was,
A chasm there between us,
I looked and saw it there,
And so I built a bridge,
With strong foot boards
And shiny rails,
To stop you falling.
I sweep the boards
And polish the rails,
Most every day.
But you didn't come to see,
You didn't cross that bridge
One day the dust will stay
Then you must tread lightly
Because some of it will be me.
And maybe then you'll cross
But you will only find
An empty wasteland
A desert and my dust
Blowing in the wind
Unknowable.