We make, make up for our life Comments

We make, make up for our life
a huge people-packed wall.
Not even the tall can reach over.

When a stone has fallen outwards,
making way for a gap as it goes,
whoever chanced to see out
has spoken of la vie en rose.
Meanwhile he too is seen through

and there is no place for feeling distraught.
A secret is now the only life he knows,
being himself through and through is his lot.
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