English: Sand in Yyteri. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A line in the sand is drawn by all.

” this point I shall not pass”.

But time and the elements seem to move what was scratched with so little time passed.

They say “my views have been refined.  I am forced to redraw what I’ve drawn”.

Well then draw.  My friend draw, till you find what is true.

Not just what identifies you.

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Such is the way among  men found acceptable.

But I find I cannot dance to that song.

I had scratched my own line in the sand long ago,

Now to truth I am forced to belong.

The line has been drawn with a stick or a finger.

But now too cold steel I must reach.

I scrape away sand all the way down to bedrock.

The line I now draw can’t be breached!