Teetering towards a side of darkness,
Tottering towards a side of light.
You balance on a fine line,
Between good and bad.
Love is that fine line.
Seemingly harmless,
such a pretty word.
Actually harmful.
Cause of things both wonderful,
and horrible.
Like a fork in the road,
when you sit on this line you must chose.
Dark or Light.
Left or Right.
Either way you'll be loved,
But how all depends.
Time is running out,
The line grows thicker,
harder to chose.
Run as you may, you cant leave.
You are stuck.
In an imprisonment of uncertanty,
That will never,
d i s s a p e a r.