Bridges

The dreams dreamt when awake,
While your mind flows free,
Ease thy heart of sadness,
Yet just for the moment.
These dreams are not those of fantasy,
But of an alternate reality,
One that we wish not to own,
But cannot due to our own indecisiveness,
As is, the life we wish to live.
It seems but a bridge,
uncrossable and unstable,
but how can we know,
until we take the step?
Should we go forth,
Take the step,
Cross the bridge,
Enjoy our lives?