an ode to sitting on both sides of the fence.

Jump, jump, jump
he cried as if he was in the crowd, as well as on the ledge
the edge of leaping, they keep asking
why, why, why? can I survive, I don’t think so, no no no

I am in pain, yes
heart racing, yes wildly
pulse runs wild (I was never mild)
can it be time to leap?
I dont think so, no no no

We don’t know what we know
until the table is set, the meal put out
only then will I know if it is time
to stay or to go

Jump, jump, jump
it is OK
people have all moved on, the news cycle is over
and I am still standing
on the ledge
the edge
undecided.

Chris P