The bridge – where thoughts are released, full – on and entirely taken to die on the wickedly reliant upon water – soaked metaphorical feet dragged Pulling and Shrieking beneath
For one reason, to meet a most lucrative demise
These eyes back a yonder above do dare dreaming of twinkling again
Of bravely working all over for their cherished worth
The fallout has to hurt, leave a scar, tar the harassed system
When these people suddenly turn brave into a serious pasttime, kind to only ever themselves soon as, finally, their minds rely upon utter bounce-back ability
And the bubbles come up, interrupt themselves to burst