The lines we set down,
Are bleeding into the crowd.
We set our limits to limit ourselves,
But in doing so, we prohibited others as well.
We built these ways to keep each other in line,
And now we’re too desperate to pine,
To get out of this box we’ve placed ourselves in.
It’s all quite chagrin.
How do we ask for others to understand,
When we ourselves are at a loss for words?
I think it’s too much to demand,
Too much for the public to come to terms with.