The key

 
 
I sometimes want a look inside the deeper world I know you hide. But your mind is locked and you hoard the key. I can only see what you let me see. 

So I’ll skim the surface waiting for, the day you decide to open the door. 

If that day never comes to be, remember it was you who held the key.

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