Nelda John, On the Fence

On the Fence

Nelda John

She is on the fence Because nothing is perfect The outside—too much The inside—too little The outside—crowded The inside—empty

So she dwells on her fantasies Because reality disappoints her Her hobbies—sinful Her bummers—useful Her wants—indulgent Her dislikes—recommended

So she stuffs her frustrations inside Because no one can judge her there Her inner voice—silenced Her consciousness—always asleep Her spirit—broken Her desire to live—shaky

So she gets off the fence Because the inside’s closer to perfection The vibe—peaceful The peace—vibeful The vibe—immaculate The peace—unmatched