Here I am
In this four-walled box
The door is open
But bound by locks
The key is present
But not at hand
If I could just reach it
But I don't think I can
At first
Anger resided, Sister Bitterness too
Then stark Coldness,
The winds of Biting Blues
When the walls
Began to fade a little
I outstretched my hand
T o reach for the key
Only to make it to the middle
My fingertips just scraping
On the nothingness of air
I pulled back fast
Fell back in the chair
For all I knew this was a halfhearted  attempt
And rushing back came Anger and Contempt
Coldness and the winds of Biting Blues too
For, after all, nothing follows through.
The door remains open
But the locks still locked
The key still present
But not where I thought
For as Father Time ticktocks days away
I begin to think
"What's all this worth anyway?"
And again I try
To reach for the key
My eyes finding that all along
It's right in front of me
I reached out
A tentative hand
I met no obstacles
But barely hoped to land
I moved forward a few more steps
To bring me closer to my goal
The elusive but stationary key to my soul
This time cold metal and warm skin touch
I feel a small thrill
Fear or Excitement?
I can't tell much
But all too soon
Oh, when will I learn
That you have to want it
To feel the burn
For yet again
I left the right things unsaid
And felt the painful yet familiar shreds
Of Frustration and Anger
'Cause I can't or won't say
The words that will save all my days
So yet again
I face failure
But at the root of it I know
That part of me's holding back
Fearing to be accused of putting on a show
The fact that everything comes down to me
Should place me on the right track, I see
But I just can't ever seem to reach
The KEY
So very elusive, yet always stationary
As Father Time ticktocks the days into months
And anxieties creep too dangerously near
Again, I start to ponder and then fear
While seated in a four-walled box
The door is open but bound by locks
The key is present but not at hand
Will I ever reach it?
Please tell me if you believe I can.

Your drug is lies
You clothe weakness in disguise
What does it gain you?
An addiction to pride.
Yeah you're indifferent
As long as "they" are to you
When they stop, anger leaks through.
You promise the world
Which you know can't come through
Who gave all those rights to you?
You've hurt so much
And pretend not to care
But recently you're looking a little worse for the wear
All that's inside, the things you try to hide
Will unbound publicized
With this addiction to pride.
But you'll never be broken
With all your walls built through-and-through
For you, humility's impossible
No, even if it'll save you.
Yet you think you're the master
True, almost all think you're sweet and "ok"
But those that care most
You just push them all away.
Despite the fronts you put up
I know you're lonely inside
Surrounded by "friends"
But tortured with this facade caused by pride.
Your addiction
Will bring you nothing inside.

Time
We all have it
But in different amounts
Some lack it
Others waste it
We all abuse it
What's there to do with it?
Time
What do we have to say for it?
Time, we all share it
It can bridge the gap
Or burn the bridge forever
Unless...
Time... what will we do with it?