"Stationary" a.k.a (Straddling the Fence)
Sitting in the center of the medium,
unable to decide whether to go left or right
Stationary...Stuck
The craters of your mind won’t release its secrets
So you sit there, with your hands folded and legs crossed
Stationary...Stuck
From the back alley of your heart you can sense the necessity for change
But your soul responds with fear
Stationary...Stuck
While heavy traffic zooms by on every side
With destinations determined and minds made up
You’re stationary...Stuck
The prickly feel of your current discomfort should be enough to provoke a decision
Yet like the mood of an overcast sky, it gives you an excuse to return to your slumber
Stationary...Stuck
You’re neither hot nor cold, neither right nor wrong
You won’t say yes and can’t say no
Stationary...Stuck
Just like gray, you go along with everything
When paired with powerful reds, your neutrality goes undetected
Alongside the aristocracy of black, you appear sophisticated like the rest
Attached to the brightness of white, you share in it's luster
So, instead of rising to your place of authority, sophistication and brilliance
You take up residence in the gray area
where life is predictable and safe