a hard-worn surface tells the story of life, yet we paint it over
it says “open” but i’m guessing that it is not an invitation
there’s a certain peace you only achieve when in a place you call home
in the end, we are the sum of all our stories make up some good ones
it seems arrogant but sometimes the boldest one shows others the way
keeping it all in requires a level of strength we are not built for
a place to gather where we can find common ground it should be simple
to be successful the conditions must be right to match with your skills
you have to choose one but i don’t like either choice at least you get one
to keep someone out or to keep them in, the fence pays no attention
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