No Fine Lines

Well There are no fine lines

Or there are more than I can draw

Got across some here and there

Between each after and before

Tying everything together

So I can't fake it anymore

And so it means too much

Please let the possible be still

Let's settle in this place

Along the valley and the hill

Till the seam between what may be

And what won't be and what will

Where do we start

When do my friends come over

What matters now though

Is can you reach the windowsill?