The Limit

By Bruce Clifford 

There’s a limit
Now you’ve got it
There’s a limit
How much more

There’s a limit
Now you’re on it
There’s a limit
What’s it for

I traveled down to the Southern hemisphere
The world as whole is living in fear
Even when the lions in the den are asleep
We have too far to go, and not far enough to weep

There’s a limit
Now you’ve got it
There’s a limit
How much more

I’ve seen much of the world through a wide eyed lens
Too many restrictions in the rules we bend
The next time around I might give it a shake
Every so often someone is given a break

There’s a limit
Now you’ve got it
There’s a limit
How much more

There’s a limit
Now you’re on it
There’s a limit
What’s it for

Blame it on the Government
Blame it on the deviant
Blame it on what’s relevant
Blame it on the resident

There’s a limit
Now you’ve found it
There’s a limit
There’s the door

©10/4/18 Bruce Clifford

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