The Line
There is a line drawn straight and true
By a pencil of fear
Its erasable
Seems simple in context
But so difficult to write
In world so consumed by regret
Where does a simple line in life come into play
Every decision you ever make is a line
A line to love a line to hope a line to dreams
These lines can be curved broken apart or run a stray
Only one line can lead in the direction you need
Don't over think don't say you cant do
Keep drawing the lines keep discovering your journey
Cause in the end the one line you choose will be the straightest line ever drawn by you.
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