What is the line, and how do you draw it Will you jump over, or fall short and quit? Does it magically appear, out of thin air Are you able to draw it when nobody’s there?
Where does it go, when your life falls short Can something remain, without your support? When paths cross oceans, do lines cross too Or do you keep walking forward, without a clue?
These similar traits, can one ever take notice And if you do cross, does love bloom like a lotus? Everyone step to the right, cross a line Entangling pasts in these disarrayed vines