You walk between fences and high walls.
Everyone builds a defence around his house.
You walk on, lonely,
hoping nobody will come after you . . . . . .
You see a light at a far distance.
There is the real world.
The dark alley gives you the greeps.
Go back in the garden -
Go back to the hall
Go outside (frontdoor)
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