often blurry lines
between yes and no.
Between dark and light.
Between comfort and pain.
Between life and death.
My life has been a struggle
with those lines
and what side I should be on.
Who I should be loyal to.
The men that battle on each side of those lines,
outlaws and cops,
they don’t see
they are the same creature.
Wired with a different code.
Alternate understandings of reality
with both versions being real.
I understand both sides
of those often blurry lines
A lot of my life spent
living on both sides in multiple realities
at the same time,
Navigating lines and trying to stay
on the side where I remain free.
Freedom means many things;
physical, mental, emotional, spiritual.
Every choice comes with a responsibility
or a consequence.
I have come to this place of leaving behind
anything that compromises my freedoms.
That is the only line that is finally clear to me
and yet still I sometimes struggle
to stay away from crossing it.
To stay loyal to me.