Line in the Sand

That line through your teeth

I had to laugh, only not really

It's parallel now, with my line in the sand

The sand you've stuck your head in

So very, very comically

Only not really


You lie and you lay

By that bed that you've made

Built on the sands, the sands of time

Your only support, if you'd face the facts

To set you straight, I drew my line

My line in the sand


But you made a face

Always two-faced, to save face

Turned your back, even as the sands

Ebbed away


You lay and you lie

And sleep in that bed of sand

You couldn't even keep a straight face, but

I can't help you see this face you put on

And wind will sweep my line away

Time moves on, after all.

The End

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