My mind remains a constant jumble of thought,
while the battle to stay or go is slowly fought.
A comforting routine or new adventure for me await,
and with a small push forward I will find my fate.
Though while my life is colored golden I still seek more,
to rip and crumble these enclosed white walls of four.
And then beneath the broken resides a beginning of new,
for now in a world of restrictions I will do what I do.
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