Dangling on the fence is panicky. 

Falling over is tricky. 

Do you fall forwards? 

Backwards pays no rewards. 

At times we find ourselves at a crossroad.

The path of choice on the draw board.

Take not long to choose. 

At your fingertips lies your choice. 

Whatever we choose may haunt us later. 

It may your dream shatter. 

Good choices lead to success. 

Its avenues yield excess. 

Life will offer options. 

Always it presents two portions. 

There is a choice for good. 

Another has evil to brood. 

Satan will head the evil. 

His designs are of the devil. 

Your choice lies in your hands. 

Choose well despite your demands. 

Good emanated from God. 

No one gets it with a rod. 

Goodness is given freely. 

Majority refuse it squarely. 

Should richness trickle your way. 

Greatness offered on a tray. 

We forget the lowly in a jiffy. 

Then we fly with feathers so fluffy. 

Feathers may fall off slowly. 

We become naked and lowly. 

We may seek those termed outcasts.  

And our lots on them one casts.

Money may not be planted on anyone. 

Poverty grows not on one. 

The game is not about the fence. 

The game is what we give in defence. 

Am not satisfied with life. 

Always cutting it  with a knife. 

Am dangling on the fence. 

Yet I don't take offence. 

Keel over,  is the order. 

Yet I remain on the border. 

The fence is quite comfortable. 

Either side is not reliable. 

Comfort zone remains my portion. 

Am not moving but remain in rotation. 

The die is cast directly. 

Maybe I change the mind respectively. 

So am neither rich nor poor. 

On the world I need to soar. 

I stand to be judged. 

Am not satisfied.