No

No... Denial. I am not for, I am not against, I live... setting on the fence. I don't want to be involved, I don't want to take a side, I want to hide. I want to be left alone, I am not a bone. Yes, I... enjoy the right to choose. I walk freely down the street. No one comes to my home, and beats me... or takes my wife, even if I want them too. Yes, I... make fun of everything, your right to choose or die. I want you to get along, with every song, from the other side. Give away our land, give away our money, no borders and no laws, that's... funny. Someday impaled upon the fence, that divided the isle between, those that tell the truth, and those that only mean... High in the air, dead to the world, recycled, into every day items used by lost people. The new third world, the order, the accepted tolerance level of dismissal. Embrace the fact, heaven's gate is beautiful. Yet the distance from the fence line, is ever to far from deaths door. To die without a soul, is to die forever empty of every dream. The civil war was fought brother against brother, father against son, and mothers and daughters cried...and still cry.