The Narrow Between

hold my hand as I walk through narrow spaces, afraid to step on white lines— though curiosity begs me past them. thoughts clamor for clarity from the drawer, where answers are kept and given. it asks their purpose: were the lines needed, necessary— or placed to keep actions honest? guides or restrictions, they remain boundaries— perhaps to keep more than actions intact. their purpose unclear, though the drawer offers what it will, in signs— one at a time.