I sit to think,
where do I end?
Where do I begin?
those things we call limits,
and these limits we shouldn't exceed,
those things we call lines,
and these lines we shouldn't cross,
who sets them up?
Who tells where they begin?
Who tells where they end?
This form I have,
who defines its limits?
When my soul: a universe in itself is limitless?
The limits of the human body,
I know and I have studied,
but many limits lay undefined,
the limits of my passion,
the limits of my determination,
the limits of my words,
the limits of my love,
who can define these for me?
When I myself failed to.
Will it be the same people
who said 'we should all be in our limits?'
In the variable expression called 'life'
who dares to put the integral of control,
and who dares to place the limits to it?
