Key maker.

Bearing burden to a thousand young souls,

I see a road that stretches across miles

Each one is lost in their own worlds

While seeking answers in their lives.

As I pity these people, I stop to see an old man sitting under a tree,

He was a locksmith with so many locks that unfurl by a single key,

I walked up to him with my small lock whose key had been lost,

I had so many reasons to go to him and so many not.

My doors have always seemed to lock themselves when all I wanted was to explore inside

So that now I don't seek answers to these mysteries that got locked behind.

And when I started to take a turn back home I heard a whisper across the street,

I saw him standing behind me while staggering his feet,

"You must know every lock has a key"

I smirked a little "then why am I not able to see?"

I saw his eyes waver, stealing all my tainted glories for a moment,

"Not all doors lead to beautiful ends

Sometimes walking inside them leave you dumped and sore,

You didn't have the wrong key darling

Just the wrong door."