The Door Without a Key
They ask me why I do not fit,171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzcWdxNoIIx
why every mold, I seem to split.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡngqUVS5z8C
Why when they turn, they see me fade,171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLanZmVBzA3
a shadow cast, a ghost remade.
Yet I am more than locked-up doors,171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡemSHVxdWdO
than measured steps on even floors.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6FzbgNs0Er
I am the space between the keys,171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOMGFSZJJM
the breath of wind that bends the trees.
For some are made to shape, to stay,171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs6WiiQ14Wn
to walk the paths all paved in grey.171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnTF18HbgS
But I was born where none may be—171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgF5K79ljoE
a door that needs no lock, no key.
