Two Different Worlds

A line stretching to an end of infinity,
Where it draws two worlds apart,
And there I stand on that line of no end,
Not sure of which world I belong to.

I look at the world on my left,
The Free-thinkers, Modern and upbeat,
Been everywhere and had done everything,
I like it, but that’s not who I am.

I turn to the world on my right,
Static, conservative and reserved,
Slow in progress but I know I’ll be safe,
I don’t want to belong in that world.

And I looked down on the ground,
The line that separates the worlds away,
It’s a bit of both worlds but the line is what drives it apart,
I knew instantly that this is where I belong.