costa rica.

what is on the other side?
is it fortune,
fame,
pure cocaine.

can i live it,
and breathe it,
and be it,
or see it?

what is one the other side
of this bridge i have yet to cross?

i'm sure it's nothing more than what i think,
but i can't help but dream.
what's across the arching bridge
that shoots across the stream.

the faintest blips of troubled lips
pressed to the water's edge...