Crossing the bridge

We at times Cross the Bridge.
Below the Bridge is water that rushes by us as life that passes us by.
The bridge as it collapses beneath us the waters take us down a stream which is life.
The stream becomes rapids and the rapids turns into a fall.
The end of the falls is death undoubtedly.
If I just would have crossed the bridge I wouldnt have been in the. Falls.

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