Cross the line

Oh, what could be more bizarre
Than forming your truth out of a scar,
And training your mind to colour your view
While you secretly hope to claim life anew.

"It's easier said than done", they say,
But if you look at it a different way,
The urge to define yourself
Binds you to a logical conclusion.

A beautiful equation with undeniable proofs.
And truths, you speak
And claim to know
For all the years you've been on the show.

I've grown to admire the 'may be'
It's freshness and simplicity take me
Into a brighter, lighter version
Of the truths, and the manifold conclusions.

But yes, sometimes the freshness scares me,
And I feel the need to belong
To that typical, logical version of me.
Then I sing your silly song.

Today, the pendulum has swung back the other way
And I must admit, I choose to stay
For a while longer with the 'may be' this time.
Would you also like to cross the line?