I can see the line.
Not its surroundings – only the line.
I know I’m about to cross it
With the next step that I will take.
But I can’t see anything else.
I don’t know if there’s a cliff
To stumble upon and fall down.
I don’t know if there’s a wall
To close in on and crash into.
I don’t even know if there’s anything
Or if the line is marking the point
From where I’m banned from taking part
In the creation of my destiny’s canvas.