okay so i just like wrote a poem on a whim...i was thinking.  the poem really had nothing to do with what i was thinking about.  well the first line or two did and that was a metaphor.  but now that i'm done with it, the whole thing seems like a metaphor and i kinda like it.  AGAIN THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING.

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Once while taking a walk, I came upon an un-crossed line.  “The line not crossed” is what it read, “Do not cross the line”.  I pondered for a quick moment on what this could possibly mean.  Then I noticed something, something I hadn’t yet seen.  It was a beautiful field of wildflowers, lying just behind the line.  One flower was all that I wanted, one flower to only be mine.  But then I remember the sharp words, the ones written of the line.  But couldn’t I just take ONE flower?  Would it really be a horrible crime?  I decided I would grab a single bloom, it wouldn’t take all that long.  But once I was over the line, I realized that this was all wrong.  These flowers were wonderful, beautiful things.  But they weren’t meant for me to take.  They surrounded a picturesque setting, went around a humongous lake.  I wanted to turn around, wanted so badly to run away.  But now that I was over that line, I figured that I might as well stay.  I stayed the night there, with the ground as my bed.  As I dozed, I wondered-what was it that line had read?  Then, in that moment, I remember.  I remember ever so clearly.  It told me to stay on the other side, away from the flowers I wanted so dearly.  OH!  The flowers, the wonderful flowers.  I never had gone to get one.  I got up, but when I did, I knew right then I should have run.  Run far away, away from those things…but I just couldn’t do it.  They teased me yet captured me, told me how to go, and said there was nothing to it.  I followed, reluctantly, through the field of flowers.  On the way there, our new location, time seemed to creep by the hour.  When we finally had arrived, in this crazy new spot, I felt so out of place.  There was too much confusion, too much chaos, here in this immaculate space.  I tried to make a run for it, tried to loose myself, yet I just couldn’t move.  Then I realized, then I knew, just what that line had proved.  I wish I had listened, I wish I had known, I wish I’d been given a map.  But now it’s too late, there’s no turning back, I’m stuck forever in this trap.