The Cross-Over

Speak up little voice,
Don't leave me hanging-
I need you more than ever.

The cross-over has begun.
Should begin.
Must begin.

8 months...
I must slowly begin to draw the line
in the imaginary sand that surrounds me.

My eyes have been opened,
There's no one laughing
and that little voice is harshly telling me to smarten up,
get with it and start drawing that damn line.

Things that were once accepted
are no more...
So says my little voice-

I cannot let my care-free nature
jeopardize
my Future.

Pick up that heavy stick;
Draw.