“You are burning this bridge, then?”
teaches those who would listen
that sometimes the foundations
aren’t really as strong as we hoped.
That truth can be destructive,
and sometimes, we just can’t cope.
I hold no match in my hand,
but if you choose to see one
it is completely okay,
after all I chose to run,
and I let this crumble and fall.
I may not have burned this bridge,
but I can see the real cause,
the truth is that it was the ridge
between us that grew too far,
and when the foundations groaned
from the weight and the pressure
the repairs were just postponed.
Don’t tell me that you never
saw this destruction coming,
that you never saw the smoke,
or what we had succumbing.
The Tower teaches us that
the truth is like a fire,
warm at times, but destructive,
and our lies like the spire,
fated to crumble and break.