Sitting On the Fence
You should see my fence
It reaches up to my knees
And so am sure you are wondering why i have to sit on it
Like i should just choose the side i want to be
The good or the bad
It's that easy
Or so it seems
Am definitely not evil
That much i know about myself
Am good, i wear it well
Just ask the people that know me
Or maybe don't
Things may come up
On friday nights am always dipping my toes in those fires
They burn but they are fun
I go wild and crazy
Sometimes out of control
I know, it sounds like i need help
And then come saturday morning
Or lets say, saturday afternoon
Am a hangover mess
Then come Sunday
I like the sound of church bells
They make me feel so pure
Am always wearing my sunday best
On sundays
That day i get sanctified
And hope the same for the following days
Unless someone ticks me off
My little fence
Leaning here and there
Now i know why i can't fit in
If am not this, am that
Am a dress rehearsal
Which is a dangerous game
Am good but not evil
I sin but not that much
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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