Bailed out.

I stand on a line, a line so fine that the chalk fades more every minute i count. i wonder if anyone will be there to bail me out. as i walk foot on line, i leave a mark of the soul of the shoe that i shined. on one side i have good and on the other is the bad. but i'm stuck in the middle being bribed grabbed and dragged, pulled to each side like a vicious tug of war. My mind screams out as i stumble to the floor. as if i could be innocent enough to be good but i've been bad enough to be painted with red. it's hard to know what is exactly going on in my head. so i stand up and smile for i know what to do, i put my hands in my pockets and walk in my shoes. i walk on a line, a line so fine the chalk fades every minutes i count. my soul is always there to bail me out.