On The Border Poem by Raz Nicholson

On the border is where I sit
and take the view from all around,
not a fence can be seen
not a line can be found.

On the border is where I stand
and decide on how to cross,
a simple step, or gently reach
perhaps just put my point across.

On the border is where I lay
softly resting my dusty head,
I pray hard and ask to stay
but can't see a single thing that's dead.

On the border is where I choose
put in motion my own thought,
damn decisions and damn not knowing,
not knowing if I'll be caught.

On the border is where I live
deep down I like it here,
if you can show me some place better
for my soul's sake point out where.