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 coward
just waiting for the noises to fade
I still hear the noises say, well played!
So honest, authentic and innocent. Expressions that bring out the dilemma of whether to conform or to stick with your own mental makeup. And after jumping off cautiously from the fence, the decision to get back to it hastily, is what floored me! You may be quirky, may be misunderstood, yet you are you. And you do need to protect yourself from the attacks of expectations! Thank you for bringing this up in your gentle and genuine manner. 🥰
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