The fence, one’s true home
As feet dangle
Thoughts fight to keep the weight from shifting

The surge from mother natures core of life
Will surely rise up to split ( end ) you, balls to brain
A fitting consequence as the impending is ignored

Imagine being able to have all
Yet you don’t have to
Disillusioned and quite confident in that reality

oh such lies...

As you sit among the dewy flowers and dried up weeds
Marker lights of your two-faced war
Each side lacking necessary conviction

sweet prince, thy snake...

The canceling out is beginning
Painted on emotions bleeding into each other
Become whole again as they hit soil

No choice can be set in the right or wrong of
But no life blossoms speedballing time
Stuck on a fence...