You want everything to stay the same
Without understanding the great cost of the old
Knowing that a bridge must be built
You try your best to look away and ignore what you know must be
And you will struggle to keep your life
Just the way it has always been
Not realising that this is a bubble
Floating in the air
Not solid not grounded
Just flitting about here and there
Ready to be popped.

And no this is not doom nor is it gloom
Understand that every bridge that was ever built
Meant freedom
And nobody claims freedom
Without putting in effort
And nobody lives free
Without making changes or sacrifices.

The moment you whip out faith and trust
Believe and love
You are labelled a miscreant
Yet it is the very ones who will not allow
That bubble floating around
The very ones protecting their house of cards
Who stand in the way of this bridge.

Ignorance, you think it is bliss to refuse to change?
Yet you live in an uncertain world
The ground is made of quicksand
Constantly moving
The thing you hold on so tightly to
Is it real?
Is it real because it is all you know?

There is marvel in a world you do not know yet
Have not met yet
There is marvel in eyes that have seen what a world of love looks like
Yet you persist
Sadly you persist
To hold on to the bubble that can be burst at any minute
To stand on quicksand
To save that house of yours built of cards.

I do not know what to make of you
But look at this mirror I will hold up for you now
Look deeply at it and you will see
The numerous fears crawling around in your soul
Like a vengeful parasite feeding off of its host
And now look me in the eye
Squarely
And tell me that you still want your bubble
Your quicksand
Your house of cards
Then look again in the mirror I shall hold up
And see the eyes of this parasite
As it stares back at you
To challenge that very status quo
You are fighting so hard to uphold.