Ride the Fence

Here I stand on top of a fence, can’t make up my mind in my defense. Looking left then looking right, wondering if staying would cause blight. Maybe I can just stay where I’m at, walking the fence with grace as a cat. What if I let someone else decide, as I put my opinion aside? Would that save me the trouble, and help me stay in my bubble? For I can’t let anyone inside, or my entire world would collide. I could make my own decision, but then that might cause division. What if my decision is wrong, would the road be extremely long? This choice that I have to make, is heading straight for a mistake. So here I sit on top of this fence, trying to rely on my sixth sense. Planting myself not making a move, changing nothing trying to improve. Nathan Bane Leccese © All Rights Reserved 06/08/09