Sometimes you don't know
You crossed a line
Until you are on the other side
Sometimes you know
You crossed a line
Because you wrote the warning sign.
Sometimes you cross a line
And you realize
Something beyond Cloud 9
The line has shifted
The side has drifted
Something new to define.
What was a line
Is only a blur of white
What seemed a fall
Isn't one at all.
Sometimes what seems to be the end
Is only the beginning.
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