The Line
Where do I stand in the past to come?
Walking down the line, I take
I walk the dotted line
Running into walls
Latching onto the hands of those who've jumped
I too pass the wall
Between me and the goals in reach
With each wall I learn another truth
I see their faces
The faces I left behind
Crossing that bold line at long last
I see the faces of people who ran alongside me
I find myself there, behind the bold line
Cheering on the next wave
Those who now have to pass the walls as I did.
Where do I stand in the past to come?
Walking down the line, I take
I walk the dotted line
Running into walls
Latching onto the hands of those who've jumped
I too pass the wall
Between me and the goals in reach
With each wall I learn another truth
I see their faces
The faces I left behind
Crossing that bold line at long last
I see the faces of people who ran alongside me
I find myself there, behind the bold line
Cheering on the next wave
Those who now have to pass the walls as I did.
