I stand between two distinct yet similar boondocks
One was borne of peace; the other borne of war
Beholding but their tall vanguard ideals
What lies beyond I cannot fathom more
are you to blame me for not being able to delve more
if the risks remain uncertain
and to choose where to start could kill?
are you to blame me for being indecisive
if these mountains serve themselves as walls?
are you to blame me for abstaining
if all I could see is their best,
concealing all the rest?
I am so sorry
For being so much small.