The thin, slim and straight red line
Among all the wonderful shapes and sizes
I choose to be thin and slim, straight like a line
Red in color and placed right in front of you
Yelling at you and asking you to stop! You look back
But you could not spot me out, you proceed
This time it seems that something is following you
And you feel a strong drag from behind
Pulling, pushing and throwing you down from your target
You are perplexed but not out
With your all robust vigor and might
You rise, fight and run with break neck speed
Perhaps you want to get rid of me
But how I can let you go, I am within you
Know me first
Then I will think whether I should allow you
Even to ignore me
You inquire about me after saying, ''hello ‘'
And I answer;
I am your limit talking to you.
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