Rusting?
I can run faster,
Yet I don’t.
I can sing louder,
Still I won't.
I could eat and not feel empty,
However, I don’t.
I could brush my hair,
Though I won’t.
The key to my chains is right in front of me,
But the lack of color
Give me the inability
To make a change in this rusted house I’m in.
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