i walk the line

i walk the line

that doesn’t exist

but yet somehow feels real

its the line between

who i aspire to be

and who i am

i am constantly

in progress

towards my future self

a self i want to be

so that maybe

in all possibility

i can be that person

i so aspired to be

the line is thin

because i choose

to mostly accept

that there is no

best version of myself

there is only me

in the present moment

taking in

all the sensory input

that comes my way

and doing the best i can

in that moment

the line is now

the future and the past

exist alongside

but never intersect

they are merely parallel

but ever so close

i walk this line everyday

actually ever hour

even minute

because once again

this line is never ending

if you believe in that sort of thing

or maybe it loops

maybe theres finally an end

or another side

maybe it’s a hop skip

and a jump away

but maybe theres another journey

i couldn’t tell you

but i can tell you

i still want to walk the line