Do you build bridges or burn them?
Are you a crafter or a crusher of dreams?
Which side of the coin are you carved on?
It’s not always as clear as it seems.
Heads, some win; tails, some lose
While the joker plays both sides
A doubled edged sword cuts the work load
But seldom serves as a guide.
Good intentions don’t count for much
‘Cept on the road to hell,
Build that bridge or swing that sword
Your actions surely tell.
I was just playing with thoughts on this. As poetry, it’s fairly lame, but it suited my mood.