The Door Without a Key
They ask me why I do not fit,170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIZwvBVZ0ew
why every mold, I seem to split.170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFewDgAofdP
Why when they turn, they see me fade,170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhQWEwF7tbo
a shadow cast, a ghost remade.
Yet I am more than locked-up doors,170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2FFGpDpoFX
than measured steps on even floors.170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS86qJGn1yg
I am the space between the keys,170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2YCm33e1Y0
the breath of wind that bends the trees.
For some are made to shape, to stay,170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPApCmeoKSX
to walk the paths all paved in grey.170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbaFUTRI9IG
But I was born where none may be—170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKz8PdGUNI
a door that needs no lock, no key.
