Sitting on the park bench
secretly wishing for you to come
and join me in some play
but that just was not an option
all because of the imaginary lines

imaginary lines one does not cross
even deep down we want to jump over
to the other side…sides of prejudice
just keep things all along an imaginary line

school bus full of students
all lined up in perfect rows
of color and persuasions
it was if we knew it to be true
but never once did we cross that line

imaginary lines one does not cross
even deep down we want to jump over
to the other side…sides of prejudice
just keep things all along an imaginary line

same tests taken same lessons studied
even in biology it was so simple
broken down to the core of truth
but we were blinded by the lies
of the elemental dis-illusion

imaginary lines one does not cross
even deep down we want to jump over
to the other side…sides of prejudice
just keep things all along an imaginary line


there we are in a line again
this time we all are the same
rifle in hand and the enemy ahead
and the bullet misses me and hits you
all because of some disappointed line
that bullet should have been mine

imaginary lines one does not cross
even deep down we want to jump over
to the other side…sides of prejudice
just keep things all along an imaginary line

when it is all over and all we have are memories
you will be six feet under waiting for me
dust to dust we shall both become
and in a line of marble markers
the color difference won’t matter
and by then it will be too late

imaginary lines one does not cross
even deep down we want to jump over
to the other side…sides of prejudice
just keep things all along an imaginary line

03/21/2005

Posted on 03/22/2005
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