The sun shining through a crack in the door

The smell of coffee and an awakened soul

How does one get to be so comfortable

Worrying about only the light they show

To be seen and heard over the floorboards

Reconsidering the entire flow of the world

Looking back at all the locked doors

Knowing each one’s purpose and what it holds

Realizing they were meant to see things unfold

To only be the bearer of keys in all scenarios

A locksmith helping others get through their growth

It’s a wonderful and beautiful thing being free

Just ask the questions you seek, and find your keys

  • Author: Dip (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2023 03:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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