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On the Line

No one's putting me on the spot

Except the one I'm standing in now

I can see from the edge of reality

As far as imagination allows

 

What happens if I step just over the line?

Because...I think I'm already there

With a hint of what's beyond this gate

It's almost more than I can bear.

 

I didn't draw this line in the sand

The rules were set before I arrived

He convinced me this where I belonged

But I see now that it's all contrived.

 

I could stay and color within the lines

The boundaries he's placed on me

But I've taken the risk and stepped across

And indeed the grass is much more green

 

He was busy keeping me within the lines

When a force came through from God knows where

Then the lines were blown and disappeared

And all my senses were alive and finally aware.

 

Now his insecurities no longer contain me

I'm putting myself on the line

I know in my heart it's the step to take

Toward truth. With love. For what is mine.

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F / American
Published
Apr 24, 2010
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