The Door Without a Key
They ask me why I do not fit,115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAInEVSkPnh
why every mold, I seem to split.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo0pnmNO8UE
Why when they turn, they see me fade,115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8LcOwmP8HH
a shadow cast, a ghost remade.
Yet I am more than locked-up doors,115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡze9N6YFrGS
than measured steps on even floors.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zhMetHp9i
I am the space between the keys,115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5D7GDVaMHD
the breath of wind that bends the trees.
For some are made to shape, to stay,115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC5ZSS1z4FK
to walk the paths all paved in grey.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmHLHZO1WbY
But I was born where none may be—115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdivS4Qh7tx
a door that needs no lock, no key.
