Fences. They Are Everywhere
I tried balancing on different fences,
To straddle perfectly to do with time spent.
And then limits to my curiosity began to expand.
To find those fences only meant,
For the purpose of keeping something in.
With no intent for that something,
To feel free to roam out and about.
And those who stay offended,
By the mention of fences...
Need not to see them to feel them everywhere.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: reality