The Last Line Crossed
In the absence of desire
and unwillingness to care,
The boredom overpowers
the love caught unaware.
Making grass somehow seem greener
past the lines we shouldn't cross,
Taking all you have for granted
before it's ever lost.
But once you've crossed on over
and you realize you're wrong,
You find yourself daydreaming
past the lines where you belong.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
June 27, 2001
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