tarnished gates


in the wilderness you have to hunt
with life you have to live it
but according to whose plans

freedom to choose
not equivalent with the freedom to get what you want
needs are different from what you desire

once the gates are painted
disguises are made
when the sun goes down we do too

after the pain
we remold the houses and their gates
we only get to have and keep what else remains

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