Chains

I suppose myself free.
An easy understanding,
For much points that way.
I can walk in the park in the rain,
Eat ice-cream in the snow
Or ski on the sand.
I can love
And be loved.
I can listen, watch and learn.
I can be kind, or not.
The boundaries are those
I would not choose to cross.
Yet other agendas
Though not compulsory
Are compulsive.
And through them
Chains rust.

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