The fence is often where I find myself when the noises too heavy each claiming to be true mind beaten black and blue When the dust settles, noises fade what's true might not be true what's fair might not be fair the fence is often where I find myself Why can't you make up your mind? peer pressure so strong, Impulses too wrong, I did jump off the fence once, twice, thrice just in the nick of time to please the voices, just to find myself on the wrong side of history No matter how you slice it! The fence is often where I find myself The wiser I got, the firmer I held onto the fence No pressure too strong, hence Those who pick sides may have a beef with me Alas, a precious few get my view a bird's view from the fence I am just waiting for the noises to fade And, we find a calming ground while I sit on my fence, I am not timid, not a co...
It's all cray and grey. Perhaps, the barest of welcomes. Nonetheless, I can handle the storm!