Turn

turn the key

I might just walk

towards the shores of light

where bread and butter

are nothing but thin air

the need for speed

a stilling full stop

where music flows

without shrapnels of sound

turn the key

so that the toy in me

comes to a halt

allow the burning fire

to turn to dust

wish my floating desires

a future of rust

turn the key

to answer the question

that turns coffee cold

and breaks down

breaths of gold

turn the key

you will see the pattern

in breaking free

mingling with the impossible

to happen to me

there is hope