Invisible lines throughout life-
Some are just like spider webs- secret and fine,
You barely sense them before you’re trapped.
Once you’ve cross certain lines,
It feels like the world has cracked-
And you know there is no easy way back.
Other lines crossed bring on new life…
Green grass and flowers and freedom abound…
And after you cross them you meet new strife
Suddenly the joy you had can’t be found.
And you wish that you could just turn around.
There are progressive lines crossed;
A small one here, a little one there…
Innocent at first, and judgment is tossed…
Then they grow and become too much to bear-
The price so deep you wish you hadn’t gone there.
Any new line is should be considered well-
Is it a moment of pain for the greater good?
Is it an instant of joy for a lifetime of hell?
Will it hurt anyone? Would it be rude?
Will it cause regret, is it fully understood?
Cross carefully!
