Borders and boundaries, breakpoints of men.

Foolish of you, to think that both can be set.

Borders, simpler of the two,

Are set by experience, ignored by the fool.

They scare you with the unknown. With the eerie of whats over the wall.

To the mind they seems firm, but to time and determination they're known to fall .

But boundaries are the last and final limit of them all. The line to which, no border would dare to go. There's nothing over it, but for you to lose it all. To give into the beast, the mind to for go.

So do not challenge your boundaries as shackles of your progress. For bound we are so to animals we dont regress