Grab your scissors
And cut the paper
Always along the line
Never leave the line.
Cut the dotted lines
And shush your questions
Follow the line, I said
The biggest lie
Slipped through my insecure lips
Still, one by one they lined up
Not knowing why
Or who drew the lines
They were taught to follow
Now, if we erase the lines…
Where will we go?
Nida π . π€