I’ve toed the line when on parade,
I’ve walked the line of barricades.

I’ve held the line during intense war,
I’ve stood in line but what for?

I am in line, when told to wait,
I see the line, psychological debate.

I stand in line, identity parade,
Intravenous line, what a mess I’ve made.

The line was fine and I over stepped,
My memories raged as darkness crept.

I am the line,
What can you see?