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A Fence Sitter!

 


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!

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 24, 2025 at 6:57 AM

    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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  2. ShilpaMarch 24, 2025 at 7:13 AM

    Thank you so much 🤗🤗🤗

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