Fences Poem by Stephen Dodge Stepen

Each day that I wake
New excuse for same mistake
For as the day does start
Only two roads can I embark
One of flesh and worldly pleasure
One of service and Heavenly treasure
There is no middle ground
I have search and none was found
Chaos and tragedy
Was all that the search has left me
For I cannot straddle the fences
For then I have no defenses
For no choices have been made
And the devil wins at his game