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.