a bridge crossed now am thinking so what so now so where and what is next? no ticket given just an empty station where once there was a train a ride a carrier something to ride to somewhere.

seems i have been cut. loose. too far gone now and will never take a hand all steeped in sadness. something is missing and has been so for such a long long time.

but. still. i plod. head up sometimes and sometimes not. and this is good in of itself cause plodding so. i fight. plodding so. i say. i will continue. plodding so renews and keeps a chance though hidden. there. nevertheless.

plodding so. i hope...