Sunday Susan Mash-Up
acting as if you don't know? don't see the fullness of all the black? who hides behind the meaning pretending you didn't hear…
Is it, a case of.. I stepped out I stepped in again I stepped out I stepped in again I stepped out I stepped in again learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball Are you the woman running to stand still? You tell me that, your toes graze the ground on either side you can't quite reach, but you stretch down with both legs. But they don't get longer, the ground doesn't spring up to meet me you could easily swing your leg over and it would be a quick end, you would simply slide down to the earth below But what about the other side, do I dare leave it behind? you ask. Do I dare forever look back on what could have been? So you sit and sit, and sit, waiting for something, waiting for a sign, for anything. You rattle that both sides seem good, both appeal to you One side is beautiful in its simplicity, with lush green grass. I stop you to remind you that this takes a lot of work. To keep it trimmed, To keep it in pristine condition. Its skies are blue, its air crisp and filled with song, But I must sing the song I must create the music, do the dance. You bolt when it gets uncomfortable and tell me, this other side is fun, loud somehow, boisterous and jolly, you think. This other side is Friday night every night on steroids, you think. It's presence in your life makes you long for more Fence Sitter are you… Betwixt and between. Y ou stepped out you stepped in again, I once stepped out I once stepped in again learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball, Are you that woman running to stand still?
Are you one of those who sits on the fence of life with a clear understanding of why hedging your bets with speech and pious intent always looking for the easy road where you can carry in comfort your baggage of denials to the next group hug safe space you can find.
Fence Sitter are you… Betwixt and between…
There where the dim past and future mingle their nebulous hopes and aspirations there is where you sit There where truth and untruth struggle in endless and bloody combat, there is where you sit And you find yourself sitting on the fence, not choosing restriction, unable to choose the side of promise either. you watch others climb on and off the fence, making a choice or regretting one you see them on the side of peace, their voice springing from their throats in praise, making music, cutting grass.. you watch them choose promises, and laugh as they are shown their inner desires. you watch as each walks off, singing and laughing, Disappearing from sight, into an unknown world Come sit down beside me, I said to myself. And although it didn’t make sense, I held my own hand. As a small sign of trust. Fence Sitter I once was… Betwixt and between…
I stepped out I stepped in again I stepped out I stepped in again I stepped out I stepped in again learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball
I too was that woman running to stand still. Running into the shadows of ourselves, if we falter, stumble, or fall, a figure will stand tall, will loom high above smiling,
Tell me, are you one of those women who hides behind the words
HOLA SOBER | MADRID
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