We begin this teeter totter ride
On the left or perhaps it’s the right side on which we sit.
To crawl or creep or strut or sprint
Towards the misty smothered other side.
Most of us abide
By taking every inch…
Others jump directly to the end.
I get their reasons but can’t defend
Their choice though I’m not the final judge
But without opinions we would not have budged
From the first fulcrumed plank just outside the ooze -
In life, we all must choose.
I stand somewhere close to the other edge.
I wonder when that invisible middle line was passed.
And realize it was the fuzzy place
Where my firsts were outnumbered by my lasts.