I sit upon a line
One side holds a future
The other holds a past
How do you chose
How do you move on
The future gifts us many paths
The past is safe and warm
It holds you tightly
It breaks you bitterly
It brings you pain
How do you breakaway
Do you run for the border
Do you reach out waiting
Do you fall
Fall upon the earth weeping
We are never gifted with these answers
One day the border shall leave
Leave the choice upon you
What side shall one chose
I hope the future
We all carry gifts
We all carry hurt
It connects us
Without the pieces we are nothing
