Sitting On a Fence of Indecision

Sitting On A Fence of Indecision

Perched atop a fence

I contemplate the world’s woes,

a visionary of sorts.

 

Affixed safely on this rail

waiting, anticipating my next move

as to which side I fall today.

 

The wrong side foreign,

because I time it so—

deciding just in time, to be on the right side.

 

But the fence has failed me,

through season and shame

collapses beneath my weighing pride.

 

Neither this side or that

can I make my choice right—

for now I lay aground.

 

Worried, consumed by doubt

I cannot decide what to do,

what to say, opinion escapes me.

 

My fence has fallen,

decrepit due to ignorance—

rotting away the stand I thought was mine.