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The Other Side of the Fence
feel fine.
the biggest lie of our time.
its raining on this home of mine.
a little black cloud,
but over the fence its fine.
black and white
the color and emotion of everyone inside
no pigment just a dull way of life.
it was bright before,
but the candle of color and warmth has burned out.
now its just us.
4 strangers in a house.
all suffering from these trenches of life.
mother never seemed to win this fight
she drinks to much at the sight of the urn.
on display in our living space.
maybe i have moved on. maybe.
but only on the other side of the fence am i fine.
such a bland expression.
but theres no question
where i plan to try and reside.
trapped in my cloud. i am stuck.
the fence istoo high to climb,
especially kept on this leash
the leash of disapointment
punished for the fact i have moved on.
this place has no color agian
and theres no sign of comfort
the muddy waters drenched our friendlessness
well not mine, i atleast know how to dry off sometimes.
when the sun shines through my window where i want to lay my head,
i just wish, one day ill get there and stay there
so many stars have failed me,
but the love on the other side wont
or atleast it wont for now.
it never used to rain
things used to be fine
but the warming candle has passed
and its ashes of its warmth reside in our living space
since then the black clouds of despare regin down
sweeping everyone here away.
yet i can tget swept by angush
i somehow manged to stay as still as stone.
as i long for the life on the otherside
punished for i also carry the warmnth
yet mother is never sober or herself enough to see it.
the other side of the fence is much greener than mine.
but one day i wont be teatherd and punished for moving on
and when that day comes ill move on
right along to the otherside of the fence
where i belong.
