NaPoWriMo 28: Believing

It's a dreamy bridge to nowhere,
Or so they always say.
But I will keep believing,
That I'll cross its length one day.

It's well-worn, faded paper,
Brittle and yellow with age.
Yet I will keep believing,
That I'll skim 'cross every page.

It's a small and lonely world,
With mountains to ascend.
And I will keep believing,
That I'll trek to every end.

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