Do you?

Do you follow? Or maybe you prefer to stand?
Does it matter after all – the line drawn on the sand?
Why’re you staring at me without a blink?
Is it purple, black or white, blue or maybe pink?

Do you follow me? Or maybe you prefer to stop?
Does it matter after all – where you choose to drop?
I can answer you, the glance you always give,
I steal your life. But, believe me, I’m not a thief.

Do you want to follow? Or maybe you prefer to wait?
Till the lines disappear, when all that matters is too late.
If you shut your eyes please do not shut your soul,
The only way to see the line follows in the void and hollow.

Do you have to follow — you may later ask.
I won’t answer this, it’s your only task.
It’s just your role, your mask, your broken line.
I’m not a thief, I’ve said, but you won’t be fine…

And then your life, like it’s not your own,
Would lead to more than what was shown.
I’m not that thief who can steal your ties and bonds,
You should believe me, leave the wrong way of response.

Do you follow? Or do you prefer rejecting your right to choose?
Lined up events make you feel the pain, before you lose…
The loss of choice, the loss of any common sense,
But does it matter after all? Bonds and lines. No offense.