Of Lines And Lives

Each path we walk, it forges something, a step within a stair. A line part of a rhythmic pattern and we’re unaware. We’re so wrapped up in what’s before us, like it’s all there is. As back and forth we pace, uneasy. I promise you this - The time will come when you will see, the scales will disappear. In that moment look around you, it will all be clear. Then from atop that stair, look down. You will know the weight. Where lines and lives have finally brought you… You will know your fate.