Lines are long
Lines are short
Lines are an extension,
An elongation of a point
Our storyline
Before completed
Stops on many points
Our plots undecided
Our wishes on void
Storyline,
Storyline,
Where do I start?
All are meaningless
Emptiness…
Darkness is my plot
Plotline,
Plotline,
My plot is a blank
Though my head is filled with worries
My life feels like a prank
Lines can be beautiful,
Abstract & unique
Every lifeline has its purpose
So why is mine in black ink?
Searching for a purpose
I’m like a useless brick
While others never tremble
I seem weaker than a tick
I’m reaching my limit
Yet my sky seems darker
My lifeline is sinking
My storyline down under
Various plots
Start making a mess
All must stop
They’re consuming my head
For these lines,
All them lines,
Are wrecking my life.
Abstract signs,
In my mind
All consumes my time.
And all these lines
From foes of mine
Sparks all the negativity,
Every possible crime
So stop these lines
From wrecking my mind
I’ve no more time
To deal with lines