Burning Bridges

I'm peeking through the curtain
That hides what soon must be
I'm seeking all the answers
To questions haunting me
Of what must lie ahead
Built on what I left behind
Of who, what, where and when
Please just tell me why

I'm burning all my bridges
To nowhere I have been
Ashes of the past, they
Become the future fires
I'm burning all my bridges
To nowhere I have been
I'm walking through the wonder
Of my eternity

Polishing this crystal ball
To see what lies within
The closer that I peer in
The cloudier it becomes
Walking down this highway
The signs are all around me
Of north, south, east and west
All directions call to me

I'm burning all my bridges
To nowhere I have been
Ashes of the past, they
Become the future fires
I'm burning all my bridges
To nowhere I have been
I'm walking through the wonder
Of my eternity

Like many of my recent poems, it sprang from a couple of lines. In this case:

I'm burning all my bridges

To nowhere I have been