you draw a line in the sand.
then another.
one more,
one curved, one crossing
the other.
you are surrounded
by lines.
unable to move
or cross over, you've
trapped yourself
in a world
of ultimatums, none
of which are
taken seriously
by anyone but you, and
even then, the wave
of time
rolls by and washes
them all away.
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Like Barrack Obama???
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