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[B]Locks and Keys[/B]



What a mystery, all the keys don`t fit
The doors we explored were on arrows
At some point we thought work bends respite,
yet from here we just cry behind walls
Reason? No motivation... Don`t picture it desperate 
Some of us are just locks, some of us are just lost


'Golly', we never want to use that please
But the locks came with a twist and shout
Sealing the freedom, resting in peace..
Can`t phrase it? Tried; can`t solve the puzzle, it`s too abstract
....Maybe we`re not smart enough, not flamboyant for the fav or the abyss
Some of us take that key and lock it in, some of us carry a spare

Remember 'Golly'? It`s a word of mystery tied on a bow
It`s a funny though, but as not funny as the Killing Joke
We don`t skeleton keys like those to solve us though
They just juke us like frosted flakes, poking us with pokes like 'okey-doke!'
They soak us with witty folks and ok`s like a daring fiend, cracking us up with judo
Some of us like keys like that, it can touch us in the right place, with enough hope

Need a map? Get lost! Life has no map, neither do we
Can`t solve the clover? Shame; now the words, are the sea
How did this happen? Blame time and space? Could blame 'Golly'..
But let`s start again; if a heart beats, it can still sing, as the jigsaw unravels the 'you and me'
See? We don`t need masks, in the end at least; just a definition to be...
Once found, we are all Locks and Keys; remember that we are all a kindled mystery
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