Lines
The lines that are dots, The beginning of us and others.
The lines that are drawn, We dare not cross those borders.
The lines that are smudged, With hesitation and commiserations.
The lines that are erased, As we carry on after our actions.
The lines that are dots, The beginning of us and others.
The lines that are drawn, We dare not cross those borders.
The lines that are smudged, With hesitation and commiserations.
The lines that are erased, As we carry on after our actions.