Riding the fence to work...

You're riding this fence. You teeter one way. You teeter the other. You lean back. You lean forward. How unsure can you be? There's really no other way to ride you see. If you hopped to the green grass, it'd be soiled with weeds. If you toppled to the pavement, it'd be just too rough. You've decided to stay collinear with the fence, but tilting to the front just makes the grass or pavement seem too close for you. Leaning back brings the sky into view, but at some point you know you're going to lose your balance. So you just sit upright... pedaling along at a moderate pace. You look left to see the fast cars in the fast lane. You look right to see the slow mowers taking care of a persistent growth of grass. As they mow on by, you can even see the green stubbly sprout reforming its original turfy stature. It's at that moment, you realize there's no real good way to ride that fence. Once you're off, you want on. Once you're on, you want off. Shouldn't have built that damn wooden boundary without thinking of the consequences it would bring you. Fences keep the criminals in, and the visitors out. I'd visit a criminal any day.