I will go far, if i learn to keep my thoughts contained

I'll learn to fall, my face will not display distaste

I won't take flight untill all my dues are repayed

Know every fight came from poor lessons i'll unlearn

Balance is boredom, excess invites welcomed insights

Toeing the lines, while trying to redefine them

Qualia's fine, till applied to situations

When emotions ride on our inverted intentions

Love twists your arm, turns you against your decisions

Logics dissarmed, forfeited for less resistance

I toed the lines, but they're only arbitrary

Now they define boundaries of a purgatory

Love is the pyre for all our selfish inventions

Dualistic fires burn of eithers rights and reasons

Conceiting lines to work on what lies behind them

Allowing time to push and pull till we've amends