It was never intentional, the cold hard steel. Painted green, those bastards, as if to make us feel that way. Perhaps it was never really meant to keep us away, it could be just a matter of choice. But still it has its purpose.Do I?
In a glance it seperates, but theres a chance it would't, if we try. if I'd try.
One day, when will is willing, a bold step i shall take. Clamber over, rather than clamour over. To be amongst the woods, than by the trees that line my chosen way.
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