The Thin Line

How is this line so thin?

How is it so smooth and stealthy yet unstable?

How is this line a variable?

How much does it take to cross it?

How is it so fine?

How do you know when it's crossed?

Perhaps it's a human condition?

Perhaps it's a distinction.

Perhaps it was a moment in time and history.

How do you tell apart a utopia from a dystopia?

Which one are we living in?

Are you sure? How sure are you?

The surest ones are clearly not the brightest.

Do you love or hate me? How do you know?

Life is great but how sure are you that you're not dead already?

Are you really sure?

Where is the thin line when you need it most?