Boundaries

With time you know 
You don't have to give in
The seasons and the tides
Sorting the clutter
That you didn't bring in

Much like when you paint
And you try to paint the light
Some boundaries are drawn
Not with dark colors
But with a stroke of white

The center of the sun I paint
Is nothing but white
Bundaries lluminate our way
As we open new doors 
Trying to do what's right

-Al