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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