Did I cross the line?

I don’t think so…

I can’t tell anymore.

Why is there a line?

And who made it

Why shouldn’t I cross it?

Now I want to.

Though when I did.

I remembered again.

That I was the one who made it.

And then I went back.

To the other side of the line.

And sat there and told my self.

To never cross it again.

Why did I cross the line?

I don’t know…

I can’t tell anymore.

Why is there a line?

And who made it?……