Key to my Mind
"The mind is a box
And truth its key,
A music box full of
Unique melodies.
It plays for those
Who wish to hear,
Its sorrows and woes
Of many a year.
You may also chance
To hear joyful tunes,
Full of mirth and love
In their fullest bloom.
To listen is priv'lege
For only select few,
Honest and trusted
And tried and true.
So ask if you dare
For the key to my mind,
Given it is a box
And it never rewinds."
This poem is about:
Me
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