Sides

I'm drawing a line in the sand this sides yours this sides mine It will all be worked out in due time.
I have been blinded by right and what's wrong by what I have and what is gone .
What is weak and what is strong and what is short and what is long .
Between what is a poem and what is a song from what is safe to what can harm.
I'm creeping in the bushes and behind silent pushes bouncing between  blueberry haze and purple kushes.
I'm serching for what is lost and what is found from what is in the sky and what's on the ground .
What is feline and what is hound finding what is free and what is bound .
I look for things that can be seen and what is hidden and what has fallen and what is risen  .
I am focused on what is at hand before and what is beyond the grave , should my efforts be of my own or shall I be a slave .
I speak before the drunk and the sober , For what is now beginning is now all over