Caught on the fence,
Which way should I turn?
Should I leap to the right side or the left?
Both paths seem inviting,
Both tender and bountiful,
Yet a difference remains.
On the right, I see my family,
My friends, my husband, the world.
On the left, it’s just me and my thoughts,
A solitary existence, but not unwelcome.
I don’t mind being alone,
Yet I don’t want to be distant from my loved ones,
Or an outcast among friends.
Voices call out to me,
“This road is better,” they say.
“You’ll make us happy, provide for us,
Stay on top, shine in society.”
I understand, but still, a choice must be made.
I turn to the left,
And suddenly, it’s not so empty.
I see my morals, my conscience,
My integrity and truth.
With fingers crossed, I sit on the fence,
Hoping the answer will find me.
I remain still,
Wishing to merge both worlds,
To form a harmonious whole.
But I know that’s just a dream,
And I must choose.
Yet, I linger,
Not wanting to lose one for the other,
So I sit on the fence.