There are no such thing as rules
Only consequences, fools
To which will you obey?
For life here is Okay
Each is a line in the sands
Within our own lands

There is no curfew
Or end to what is you
Just a floral curtain
that waves as you peek
Into what you crave
The cursed outer wish
A sedimentary dish
Layered in part
by the path to your heart

So how do we go?
Past the pain
I don't know
We only subside
In the dramas we hide
Under a line in the sand
Buried deep by our hand
We've buried a goose
That's become our own noose
and Now that we know
The deeper we go
Until we decide
No longer can we hide
Can we unleash our soul?
Let everything go?

There is no one to be
There is nothing to see
Just the thing that it is
the joy that we miss
But only you see
If we can let it be
And not let it care
The scorn and the stares
of those still caught
For those lives are still fraught
With the lines in the sand
The invisible hand
Where we spend our whole lives
sharpening knives
Lost to the drum
Of lives never won.