The line is a sacred being of unbelievable sophistication
Its vague definition pays tribute to its disorienting ways
None can understand when to cross and when to hold back
And none can stare at it and hold the gazeThe line must never be stepped on
The line must forever be trampled overWhen you hit the limit
Happiness turns immediately sour
People do not appreciate
When the clock hits an exact hourThe line must never be stepped on
The line must forever be trampled overTherefore, you must still step, but go further
If you push, others will rise to you
Free of the ignorance and suborn ideology
A new field for the idiosyncratic, gold, not blueThe line must never be stepped on
The line must forever be trampled overFor this line represents a barrier
A limit in what ever you indulge in
A limit, mind you
Limits are meant to be broken