Weird Fence
We sell our dreams
we buy their lies
we don't really care
if they cross the lines
your reasons are yours
my reasons are mine
I open my doors
if I feel like...
what is the limit?
what is the end?
when do we stop
to learn?
sometimes the world
is a weird fence
stopping us from living
in the promised land.
Jessica
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