The Fence
I've spent most of my life on the fence,
My legs have become strong
My Will dulled
My determination, so-so...
Why is it that it is so hard to stay on one side or the other?
I must say, that the view is nice from up here, you get a wide perspective of every vantage point. You learn to think in many different ways, you are able to pull what you like from each and every side and integrate them into yourself without being confined to just one.
Sitting here on this fence is like being on a pedestal, you see all the people living their lives on one side or another. Some people are so far from my nice little perch that they look like ants. Those people have such a fire inside, it's like a deep ring of red flame surrounds the calm of the high breezy fence.
It's strange; you wouldn't think that such a narrow fence would have so many people on it. Everyone's just sitting and observing the world around them, just waiting to free fall into the passionate void that lights the fire within them. Most people are afraid, afraid that they'll burn up upon entry. No one said taking that leap would be easy, but the momentum of the jump is what makes people ground breaking.
Some people can't handle the fall and try to catch themselves on the way down. Climbing the fence is no picnic either the scorn on the way up is brutal, leapers insult you and burn you with their words. Sometimes if you're halfway down, it's just easier to fall into one place and never get up again.
Only at the top can you really see everything for what it is, but it isn't without fault. Traffic on the fence is astonishing, but there is no room for a carpool lane, just individual lines going in their own directions. No room to connect since the lanes only fit one and only one. If you get snagged on another person, you fall to one side and you rarely get back up.
It's nice right? Falling for someone? You have a reason to take the leap and you know... well hope, that they will be right there next to you, and if you burn up you'll burn together. Well that is until they get snagged on someone else. But catching someone who was burned isn't so bad right? Well unless they burn you the same way... then you both hit the bottom so hard your bodies shatter and your hearts become untouchable, wrapped in a cocoon of shattered dreams and burning optimism.
But you don't have to worry about the world below the pedestal that is the Fence. You live for yourself, you work for yourself, you become a better person... by yourself. The life you always wanted, as long as you feel nothing, say nothing, do nothing, and believe nothing.
Passion is but a thought, not fit for the calm breeze of the fence.
Passion is an element too hot for the fence's structure, no one who exudes passion can go within miles of the fence, you risk burning it straight to the ground taking everyone around you with it.
Burning the fragile psyche that keep people bound to their fears, lighting fire under the ass of the complacent, thrusting them off the fence faster than the speed of light.
Light that blinds fence sitters up until they are hit by something harder than reality itself and that is life.
A life they've never known, a life of meaning... of purpose... of pain.
Pain that brings us closer to those around us, closer to the self we really want to be.
Pain that reminds us that we are vulnerable. Pain that teaches us lessons that we'd never learn while fearing hurt. Reminding us that the only thing we have is fear.
Fear of loss, fear of pain, fear of being alone.
Alone so long we forget what it is to feel.
Feel for those around us, feel bad for what we've done, feel good for what we have.
We have a life up there on the fence, we see people everyday, we say hi only to be left behind.
The fire in our heart is barely kindling, and simply residual flame from others who have flown by. The rosey tint we see is a pale residue from the firey glow of the passion beneath our feet.
Immense understanding, endless remorse. Night falls first on the fence, we always see it coming but never shine bright enough to stop it.
Life on the fence, is a life short lived...
But can it really be called a life?
My legs have become strong
My Will dulled
My determination, so-so...
Why is it that it is so hard to stay on one side or the other?
I must say, that the view is nice from up here, you get a wide perspective of every vantage point. You learn to think in many different ways, you are able to pull what you like from each and every side and integrate them into yourself without being confined to just one.
Sitting here on this fence is like being on a pedestal, you see all the people living their lives on one side or another. Some people are so far from my nice little perch that they look like ants. Those people have such a fire inside, it's like a deep ring of red flame surrounds the calm of the high breezy fence.
It's strange; you wouldn't think that such a narrow fence would have so many people on it. Everyone's just sitting and observing the world around them, just waiting to free fall into the passionate void that lights the fire within them. Most people are afraid, afraid that they'll burn up upon entry. No one said taking that leap would be easy, but the momentum of the jump is what makes people ground breaking.
Some people can't handle the fall and try to catch themselves on the way down. Climbing the fence is no picnic either the scorn on the way up is brutal, leapers insult you and burn you with their words. Sometimes if you're halfway down, it's just easier to fall into one place and never get up again.
Only at the top can you really see everything for what it is, but it isn't without fault. Traffic on the fence is astonishing, but there is no room for a carpool lane, just individual lines going in their own directions. No room to connect since the lanes only fit one and only one. If you get snagged on another person, you fall to one side and you rarely get back up.
It's nice right? Falling for someone? You have a reason to take the leap and you know... well hope, that they will be right there next to you, and if you burn up you'll burn together. Well that is until they get snagged on someone else. But catching someone who was burned isn't so bad right? Well unless they burn you the same way... then you both hit the bottom so hard your bodies shatter and your hearts become untouchable, wrapped in a cocoon of shattered dreams and burning optimism.
But you don't have to worry about the world below the pedestal that is the Fence. You live for yourself, you work for yourself, you become a better person... by yourself. The life you always wanted, as long as you feel nothing, say nothing, do nothing, and believe nothing.
Passion is but a thought, not fit for the calm breeze of the fence.
Passion is an element too hot for the fence's structure, no one who exudes passion can go within miles of the fence, you risk burning it straight to the ground taking everyone around you with it.
Burning the fragile psyche that keep people bound to their fears, lighting fire under the ass of the complacent, thrusting them off the fence faster than the speed of light.
Light that blinds fence sitters up until they are hit by something harder than reality itself and that is life.
A life they've never known, a life of meaning... of purpose... of pain.
Pain that brings us closer to those around us, closer to the self we really want to be.
Pain that reminds us that we are vulnerable. Pain that teaches us lessons that we'd never learn while fearing hurt. Reminding us that the only thing we have is fear.
Fear of loss, fear of pain, fear of being alone.
Alone so long we forget what it is to feel.
Feel for those around us, feel bad for what we've done, feel good for what we have.
We have a life up there on the fence, we see people everyday, we say hi only to be left behind.
The fire in our heart is barely kindling, and simply residual flame from others who have flown by. The rosey tint we see is a pale residue from the firey glow of the passion beneath our feet.
Immense understanding, endless remorse. Night falls first on the fence, we always see it coming but never shine bright enough to stop it.
Life on the fence, is a life short lived...
But can it really be called a life?