The Bridge to Maturity

Wed, 05/22/2019 - 15:11 -- SixBy

The bridge to maturity is the one I've never wanted to cross
I love feeling younger, in my childhood is where I choose to be lost
Responsibilities are too much work, I dont like to stress
Growing up is hard to do, that pill is hard to digest
But unfortunately, I have to cross it
As time is always racing and He never gets exhausted
So Im staring at this bridge, intimidated by its size
My destination looks far away, as the fog masks my eyes
Now Im walking aimlessly, feeling handicapped and blind
Feel regret as doubt and complacency are seeping through my mind
"Turn around, go back and play" is what complacency whispers
"Just quit, you wont make it anyways" growls doubt as I quiver
I look at the dark river, the smell of failure is in the air
I cant give up, I have to make it over there
I trudge through my perils, gripping the bridge's sides
Im moving slower than usual, a stumble replaces my prideful stride
Fear makes me want to stop dead in my tracks
But Ive made it this far, there's no reason to turn back
The opposition is stacked, but over their heads I peep the finish
Im breaking my limitations, like records from Guinness
My stumbles are replaced bu a mad dash full of passion
Im fearless and a bit reckless as I no longer fear crashing
Im praying that God keeps this bridge from falling under me
Because I can hear my maturity calling unto me

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