There’s a thin line between thunder

And the lightning that strikes, she thought

Between the water that pulls you under

And the gasping breath reached for and sought

There’s a thin line between love and what’s mine

Selfishness and desire want the same valentine

Just maybe differently, in differing ways

Sometimes alternating, depending on days

There’s a thin line and it makes me stumble

In distinguishing between a mumble and a grumble

I wish I could always somehow manage that right

But the difference between can be who is uptight

What there isn’t any such thin line to is loving my family

And that I do fully and quite happily…