Keys

Keys unlock doors,

Keys lock them too.

Keys, some are for me;

Keys, some are for you.

Your keys don't open my doors -

My doors stand rooted into the floor.

While yours may require a gentle nudge,

Mine require a deeper touch.

And what a fool was I to think:

How a gentle twist of your wrist -

Could swing your door open,

While mine wouldn't bulge -

Even as bones shattered in my fist.

And how unfair is it that while -

You're destined to unlock twenty and four,

I'm stuck way behind,

With many, many more.

Keys to my Kingdom,

Rattle in the chains of destiny;

I'd ventured to collect a few,

But no, there are too many.

And while I stand firm and broken,

Before this cold, damn door;

All I am sure of is that -

There's nothing to be sure!

Yes the world is unfair and -

There's nothing much I can do about,

But chisel my way into making keys;

And sometimes on the way -

Break down and frown.

Because keys, I've heard can unlock doors:

Yours won't fit in mine,

Mine won't fit in yours;

Keys I've heard can open up a brand new world:

One that I've seen in my dreams,

One that I've often myself told.