There's a thin line. An invisible line.
It's a line in your head.
It's a line in my head too. And on my side is me, and the things I've always known.
There are people here, and over there too.
I mostly try to keep my mouth shut about it.
The stiller the tongue...
Lots of times I'm thinking about the other side of where I am.
I spend time on both sides of the line.
It's useless trying to explain the line to people I know.
Because it's an invisible line. I don't think many people will ever know it's there.
All in all, I don't understand the line and would rather just assume it's not there.
But I think I need to care about the line.
Brass tacks: the line pisses me off.