Line


Life as cartesian plane
Filled with numbers that for others might be lame
Dots for solution,
Making a better coordination.

I'm a line that never looks around
A straight line that no one noticed beyond
I tried to go left and right
But it seems that I can't make it right.

A day to meet another line
Going to different direction—situations
Me—horizontally
Him—vertically.

As he intersects with me
I know what he would likely to be
A line that is opposite with me
A line that will just pass through me.

Yes, a point will end at another point
And lines have different direction
Continuous but can't stay endlessly
But fate it is, I don't know how our lines end.

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