I stop by a jewelry display caseWhere something catches my attention――
It is a set of silver keys.Shiny, beautiful little keys.
I am obsessed by these keys.
I don’t know why, but I like keys.Lately there’s been something about them…
Something that gives them importance.
I guess it’s what they signify.Keys, to most, mean access―
A way in, a way out.
With keys we open many things――Locks, doors, chests and drawers;
Hearts, souls, our wildest dreams.
Keys can also set us free――From prison cells and rusty cages;
From the confines of our own madness.
Maybe I’m seeking access to something―Something that’s been denied me for years,
Or something I myself have denied.
Or maybe I long to escape,To break away and be free…
Or, perhaps, to set something free.
Whatever my desire, here I stand,Admiring these trinkets and their sparkle,
Thinking to myself,
Gotta have one, one of those keys.But my money isn’t enough. See?—
I need a way out. I need access.