My fingers are rubber bands
Always full of potential energy.
My arm a tree branch
Too taunt to move fluidly.
My torso, a bent piece of steel
Unyielding to flexibility;
No wonder everything’s aflame.
My fingers are rubber bands
Always full of potential energy.
My arm a tree branch
Too taunt to move fluidly.
My torso, a bent piece of steel
Unyielding to flexibility;
No wonder everything’s aflame.