Locked in, kept in
That key, that darn key
It can open up the world
It can hinder your freedom
It can unlock the world
It can get stuck in a jam
Why must the key taunt me so?
Why must I be the key keeper?
Why doesn’t everyone have a key?
The key, the darn key
Battle ready, weary hands
It fills a hole
It creates a void
It can lead to order
It can generate chaos
Why must the key taunt me so?
Why must I be the key keeper?
Why doesn’t everyone have a key?
Categories: mental health, Poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Why indeed?
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Everyone has a key. They just mislaid it. It is easier to try to borrow yours than to look for their own.
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Everyone has a key. They just lost track of theirs and it is easier to borrow yours than to go look for it.
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Sorry ’bout that, Cheif…. Double posted.
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No problem 🙂 cheers
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Word!
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