The Door Without a Key
They ask me why I do not fit,59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDUAkyTXP99
why every mold, I seem to split.59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtsQ2nx7YUM
Why when they turn, they see me fade,59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8oEGGj5A9y
a shadow cast, a ghost remade.
Yet I am more than locked-up doors,59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt8BqIuhdMA
than measured steps on even floors.59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIElSd6OB7l
I am the space between the keys,59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDaOnOYyVic
the breath of wind that bends the trees.
For some are made to shape, to stay,59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyiEIgf4bs
to walk the paths all paved in grey.59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl7XhY0omsQ
But I was born where none may be—59Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr26ZqYU6Zt
a door that needs no lock, no key.
