A THIN LINE

We’ve all got a song

Moving and shaking inside us,

Clamoring for its own voice.

Sometimes we find it easy and strong;

Other lives eroded by silence,

Hearts in heaps like bodies

Decay doesn’t wait for the next day.

You, my friend, must make a choice-

Your spark to ignite or blow away.

A thin line signals the place where you own

The road your life will take.

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