Fences

Fences

It's true,
We have holes in each other,
It's obvious,
We could patch them up,
But the paint may not ever match quite right,
I'll lend you my brush,
And show you the new color,
Let you decide what direction the strokes should go,
If you can't,
I'll just make another fence,
Another thing you can puncture holes into,
And I'll paint over them,
The colors will never match,
And I'll still remember you made them,
But you'll be making stars out of me,
Constellations someday we can watch together,
Make stories out of,
So go ahead,
Hit the fence,
Break the wall,
Give this tree more rings to count,
After all,
It's not about what you do to my borders,
But what you see beyond them,
And if you're hitting angry holes in fences,
Maybe you see something worthwhile behind it.