you drew these lines in the sand, not me.
thought you could box me in i think
but i am not so simple
not so easily defined
not so ready to be so still
and i’m not sure if you hope that i will cross them
or if you’d rather that i hurdle them
but either way, you know, you know
i’m not just going to stand here
and wait until my feet take root
when i’m so thirsty.