Bridge of mind

The bridge lies in the mind,
Waiting for the cell to cross.
It gets broken sometimes,
At others,its a great host.
Thoughts cross in a file,
Some errant ones zip across.
The flippant ego does play bad,
Putting his leg across for a fall.
The goal is long waiting to see,
Which thought shakes hand with thee.
A wind might blow it off soon,
Yet the thought would be over the moon.
The eyes swirl from left to right,
They observe everything out of sight.
A wink, a tear and a stare is what they give,
They narrate the tale without ever in freeze.