The Fence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Perspective.


I ride the fence; I live there now, in the middle of everything. It is most comfortable, for I am a watcher and a thinker. Sometimes the grass is just as green on the other side. Other times there are no good decisions. To see both sides can be frustrating, overwhelming even. But I always see the bigger picture, overlooking every component; every connection. To hell with the details; they are tedious and bothersome. Others enjoy them anyway; I let them handle the minutia. Admittedly, I jump off the fence from time to time; or am pushed. I go with the flow and veer toward adventure. After all, how am I to see the edge if I'm always in the middle? A love of fun and adventure do make me reckless. A desire for new perspective makes me change; I do love change. Nothing phases me anymore; I've seen both sides for too long. But it leaves me with an open mind, and everyone is invited.


Submitted: November 16, 2017

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