Askew

Somehow her location
Became all askew
And she did not know
Or see her own view
Feet planted at a place
She could not undo
As the bridge began to burn
And the flames were still blue
Stuck in between extremes
When she got the clue
That this burning bridge
Would lead her no where new
Choices to be made
And only fast would do
To the left or right
Still the fire grew
That day she learned a lesson
About things one should not do
Anytime you burn bridges
The one hurt is you