Key

Plenty were the locks

fastening my soul

plenty were the chains

imprisoning my heart

Locks made of past

chains made of future

Plenty were the codes

puzzling my mind

plenty were the laws

binding my spirit

limiting my failures

Codes made of logic

Laws made of fear

And so I went

to the world

trying to open

Somebody else’s doors

trying to pick

somebody else’s locks

Yet the locks I forced

and the chains I tore

were nothing

but another chain of my own

plenty are the locks of men

fastening his soul

plenty are the chains of men

imprisoning  his heart

The locks are many

but the key is one.

The locks are

many

but the key is

one.