We all spend our lives

Walking invisible lines,

And following boardwalks

Without reading the signs.

We go about from day to day,

Never seeing our surroundings;

Never noticing the blurring

Of these oh, so simple things.

These lines that we refuse to see

Will always guide our lives,

Even when we keep deciding

That we should use our knives.

They're the lights that always

Keep away the darkness,

Even when we try to

Make them something less.

They're a part of us

As we're a part of them;

They protect us from ourselves,

As if we are a precious gem.

And though at times we test them,

Or ignore them altogether,

They will always be here for us,

In the hopes that we'll get better.

These invisible lines

Will always be our 'boss',

For though at times we hate them,

They're the only ones that we can't cross.

After all, we've made them;

They stem from our 'unwritten laws',

And keep us, each and every one,

From falling prey to our own flaws.