The Door Without a Key
They ask me why I do not fit,151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7GTCtBdSSu
why every mold, I seem to split.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS0NagKYdlz
Why when they turn, they see me fade,151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi17wqIldqH
a shadow cast, a ghost remade.
Yet I am more than locked-up doors,151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyUe3yoFOYh
than measured steps on even floors.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpvD82VPLKN
I am the space between the keys,151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1cUBA69Qk0
the breath of wind that bends the trees.
For some are made to shape, to stay,151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3CEuFDFxnn
to walk the paths all paved in grey.151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSngBggH68I
But I was born where none may be—151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQd1er0OwU7
a door that needs no lock, no key.
