Rust’s Singular Path

Rust’s Singular Path

In rust’s designs, a tale’s not bound,

No pattern’s matched; they all confound.In every speck, a world profound
No second rust can be found.

As metal wears and scars abound,

The uniqueness of each mark is crowned.One’s path is carved where none resound
No path like yours can be renowned.

Embrace the lines where chaos’s crowned,

A dance of time in rust is wound.The beauty lies where none are found
In flaws alone, true selves are found.

Each stain, a brush on canvas ground,

An art that none could ever hound.Your journey’s lines are your own ground
In rust, your story’s truth is bound.

To mimic rust would leave one frowned,

Its secret paths are not unwound.In each unique design profound
You find the path where dreams are crowned.

Celebrate the rust, where none are drowned,

In every twist, your truth’s renowned.No second chance to retrace ground
In rust, your singular path is found.

In the decay, your soul is found,

No replication ever’s found.In every scar and line unbound
Rejoice in paths uniquely wound.

Refrain:

In rust’s designs, a tale’s not bound
No pattern’s matched; they all confound.In every speck, a world profound
No second rust can be found.