The Line

Some are stuck on one side
longing to meet the ones who dared.
Some are stuck on one side
wishing they could turn back time and wear a new face.
Maybe the line is invisible…

Some see a light in the future
and count the days until they can touch it.
Some see raging fire
and savor every last ounce of bliss in their life.
Maybe the line is invisible…

Where does joy
turn to agony?
Where does “I will”
turn into “I did”?
I want to know where the roads cross,
where the path ends,
where my life meets yours.

Where do fun and games
turn into pain and crime?

Maybe the line is invisible…