There are lines upon our roads
And lineups for a game.
Phone lines are a useful tool
On which to call a flame.
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I can choose which lines to cross,
And when to chill - I'm my own boss.
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Lines for coloring within
Lines for fields and courts
Lines upon an empty page
For tales of every sort.
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I can choose which lines to cross,
And when to chill - I'm my own boss.
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Fishing lines, a power line,
Battle lines, a line of song
Invisible lines around our globe
To navigate along.
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I can choose which lines to cross,
And when to chill - I'm my own boss.
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A line of people in a queue,
A line drawn in the dirt.
Lines of hatred and exclusion,
Causing emotional hurt.
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I choose not to cross those lines,
Because I'm me - I choose to shine.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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