I haven't posted a poem in a while so here's a cute little one.

*Sitting on the Fence*

Somewhere near where the march of stagnance meets the stagnance of marching there are kids holding hands
Their eyes barely open
Their mouths pursed or streched into a smile
Caught somewhere between discontent and infinite ecstacy

The chemically treated grass that grows on the other side looks greener and more fashionable than ours
The sun rises on their side
But the sunset is beautiful on ours
Somewhere in the doldrums of existance after loss
There is a rainbow like a gift after the rain
And it feels like it's about to come pouring down in sheets

There's a decision I've been struggling hard to make
How can I decide where I'm going when all I want to do is stop going anywhere
There's always dreams
In my dreams I'm holding her
In my dreams I'm beautiful
In my dreams the sky is yellow
But it's only a dream