Thoughts of Lines

I sought refuge upon the surface of snowy design,

But I am just a line.

One who is and one who is without,

One who is led to run about.

I know my purpose and it stays the same;

Let them know, O let them know, what needs to be said--its like I'm playing some twisted game.

When that purpose has been fulfilled, does my existence crumble away

No longer shall lead aim to play.

Because I am simply a line amongst others

Parallel to the line of impregnated mothers.