The bottom line

Is where it stops

No other chance

To state

All is gone and

Been reduced

Including those


The bottom line

Draw where you


For each has to

Make their own

It is that boundary

From which all things

Are grown

No room for conversation

Or space for compromise

It is that thing that

Should you depart

Then surely would

Be your demise

That bottom line

Is yet to find it’s

Way beneath my


For each and every

Time I think it’s there

There’s other things

To compete

For my attention

To keep me occupied

To support my inclination

And keep me looking

To the sky’s