Between what is and what could be,
There's a space and it's far too hard to see.
There's here and there and something in between
That I've never truly seen.
~
So do you have a photo?
Could you do a livestream?
Send a feed from up above to show me where to go?
Cause I'm hanging by a thread and the thread feels like a dream.
And I still don't know
A thing
About
The line.
~
You stepped into the cloud before me,
Twelve steps ahead, with a light to see,
You're doing just fine but I'm lost in the gray
So when I get a signal I'll call you up and say
~
Hey, could you take a photo?
Maybe do a livestream?
Send a text that shows how you decided where to go?
Cause my heart is beating fast and I think I might scream
And I still don't know
A thing
About
The line.
~
The fog gets thicker further in,
The cold hard ground is slick as sin.
I stumble and trip as I fall more behind
I took a leap of faith and concussions left me blind.
~
So please I need some help here,
Some way to see clearly.
Glasses for my colorblind might start to quell this fear.
Cause there's something going on and it's really getting tricky
And I still don't know
A thing
About
The line.
~
I've been waiting
for an age.
The pressure is
So hard to gauge.
I'm here,
Hands out
I'll scream
And shout
And hope you're not too far.
~
So please could you grab me?
Throw me a lifeline?
The distinction is so hard to find, it's difficult to see.
There's a crush, and there's love, and there's a line in between,
But I still don't know
A thing
About
That line.
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