Bearing burden to a thousand young souls,
I see a road that stretches across miles
Each one is lost in their own worlds
While seeking answers in their lives.
As I pity these people, I stop to see an old man sitting under a tree,
He was a locksmith with so many locks that unfurl by a single key,
I walked up to him with my small lock whose key had been lost,
I had so many reasons to go to him and so many not.
My doors have always seemed to lock themselves when all I wanted was to explore inside
So that now I don't seek answers to these mysteries that got locked behind.
And when I started to take a turn back home I heard a whisper across the street,
I saw him standing behind me while staggering his feet,
"You must know every lock has a key"
I smirked a little "then why am I not able to see?"
I saw his eyes waver, stealing all my tainted glories for a moment,
"Not all doors lead to beautiful ends
Sometimes walking inside them leave you dumped and sore,
You didn't have the wrong key darling
Just the wrong door."