Corrosion

[finncullen]

 
It’s like the joyful fire within the stars
When after years of close and cloistered rage
At last you see the weakness in the cage
The slightest crumbling of the iron bars

Come closer, look, look here, see what I see,
The slightest rusting at the iron’s base,
The slightest use of strength, and then the chase,
For I’ll be free, for I’ll be free, just free.