LINES...

On the paper
In the street
Drawn in the sand
By our feet
At a bar
On my face
Ones I wish
I could erase

At the store
On a building
Towering over
a city unyielding
Some imaginary
Some made to cross
Especially when
You are the boss

Everywhere
Between you and me
That is a place
they don't need to be
Cause we're from the same
Human one
And with this one
My poem's done