keys
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We begin as molds,
Shaped, wounded by the choices we make,
As life bestows its relentless gravity resting upon our simple existence,
Till one day we are formed,
A key,
Put into our hands by ourselves,
There's this key to success so recogonize where your looking
Your busy trying to find it on your own
While everybody else is busy cooking
NO! It's not under the couch
They are shouting and eating
The mascot of Nintendo;
And the greatest hero of all time.
He loves jumping around;
Grabbing Mushrooms and Fire Flowers;
Stomping on Enemies;
Exploring the Mushroom World;
When I feel sad or I feel confused;
If I'm feeling blue or a little down,
I find relief and escape from it all,
I don’t feel you anymore
Numb to spine shaking vibratos
Your crescendos don’t stretch my rib cage like they used to
My dearest piano, you were the only friend that never stopped listening
There are so many keys
That are scattered all about,
Some are hidden, some I’ll give you
And some you’ll never find out.
They are the keys to my body
Heart, mind, and soul,
Through the desert to the sea
None have found the right key
Simple, crooked, or sparkling,
None have matched up
Sailing through the moon to discover what I need
Closing my eyes and dreaming my own speed
I am a key.
I am metal and cold.
I am hard and ornate.
I do not taste or see or feel.
Pockets, drawers, and key-chains.
All places that I can hide.
Locking thing up tight.
Hider of many things.
