Crossing Over

I thought to myself, "This is it..."
as I drove over that bridge again,
I crossed it quite slowly, all the while hoping
that it would break and I'd fall in the bend

But in the back of my mind
something was breaking
I started to cry,
my hands started shaking

The foundation was rocky
but the bridge never broke
And as I made it over
I started to choke

I cannot tell you how changed I was
There is not much that I can say
I still can't decide why I was so rattled
when my life didn't end on that day