Monday, December 24, 2007

The Line

There are limits to everything,
That's something everyone ought to know,
That's what gives things in general definition,
In this world.

Like where nations end and boundaries begin,
And where my heart stops,
Sometimes when nature prescribes a line,
She prescribes a lot.

And ultimately, it doesn't matter,
Because it doesn't change the way you live.
You still have demands beyond the limits,
Of what you're willing to give.

And it's alright,
I really don't mind,
If that is what I really have to do,
Then I will simply have to move my line.

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