Unending Lines
Unending Lines
Love in the lines tends to loose
Faith in them, prefer to choose.
What is my reach and what is real
Lines tell me what is the lead?
Lines of code and lines of rules
Lines to the end of every tunnel.
Out of way and out of the stock
Am I there or out of thoughts?
Dead are the lines or they are deadlines,
involve or tremble in the palm lines.
The offer it gives to make a downfall, carve a bit, zigzag and trench.
For, I am a line and I have my will.
You are the puppet with strands in my grip.
Select the lamp or blame the path, pious and pure are curved lines.
As lines of life are randomised and oblivion persists in straight lines.