"Threshold"



I’m confined to a certain space. Why can I only travel left to right?
I have the ability to express myself freely. Why is someone else telling me what to say?
The sensation of communicating with what completes me is what keeps me sane. Why does my other half insist on setting rules and boundaries?
The bold red lines tell me to stay in my place. What if my place is beyond the bold red lines?

I’m guided by a stronger power, that power has control of what I’m communicating to you right now.
But, I’ve also noticed that higher-power is controlled by something other than itself, a subconscious.
So at the end of the day, I guess you humans pause to margins and follow subconscious rules, too.
You’re no better than I, the pencil...