Tracing Lines

A web of lines, projecting out in front of me,
What to decide?
The images are flickering,
And some brush by me.
Whisper secrets of their lights and darknesses,
But escape when I want more.

When tracing lines, I have my ways.
I could be wrong, I'll expand either way,
avoid the wasted life that I've been running around from,
but when I stop, will I still be me?

Spinning out, playful acts and imaginings
That may or may not hold.
My conscious thoughts participate,
Behind the scenes.
Sometimes I still fall over
Impediments constructed by my beliefs…

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