The bottom line
Is where it stops
No other chance
To state
All is gone and
Been reduced
Including those
Mistakes
The bottom line
Draw where you
Will
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
Feet
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