The Door Without a Key
They ask me why I do not fit,62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiCjiK3pHjy
why every mold, I seem to split.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Na4kxpMPl
Why when they turn, they see me fade,62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYhLmTsrn98
a shadow cast, a ghost remade.
Yet I am more than locked-up doors,62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcd6SJ0Dyr
than measured steps on even floors.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVzVCcyaCzF
I am the space between the keys,62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsf4olBjTSr
the breath of wind that bends the trees.
For some are made to shape, to stay,62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkS9wbbbPhn
to walk the paths all paved in grey.62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbVfjAGucwk
But I was born where none may be—62Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAcQ6BsTmP4
a door that needs no lock, no key.
