Lock the gate
I lock my door
my door opens
but I’m still closed in
cuz I don’t have the keys that matter, what does it matter
story of my life and your heart
maybe u will, maybe u won’t open your heart
that doubt that clouds ur mind is still closed-in
your hang ups hanging up like a clothes pin
how can distance not hurt more than our closeness
fear is not the same thing as an omen
thoughts become reality when you act them out
painting reality as coincidences you try to ration out
I told u so’s-becoming rationales
but you did this to us, to u, to me, regardless however it fractions out
we’re fractured now
forget you mirror, the truth is clearer, when I’m backing out
starring at the broken fragments, of fragile glass, reflecting off my glasses-we’re matching now
but what happens now
you’re brokeness never freed me, I’m still trapped
tried to fix the pieces but how long will that last
I open my door to only stare at more locks
as time pasts, im not aware of the clocks
tick tock
a locked door behind a locked gate
a trapped soul inside a broken mirror
a wounded man still doomed to pride
a runaway love with no room to hide
a lost mind tryna find peace a lost time that reminds me
I’m not fine but don’t mind me
cuz its about time that I find me
maybe time, is the right key.
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