The Key

Ever seen words dissolve in paper,

Making no sense.

As if deciphering the ancient for some trove

And failing miserably

Something as frequent and weird every time visited

Not understood at first, at second, at third

Not understood at all

Something so bizzare

Or obvious, you can't judge

Is it freakish hard, only for you to grasp?

Un-understood the way to understand

Or is there a key to be found to turn the lock?

Many smiths forged the key.

Every time reaching close, but it just wouldn't unlock

Making you wonder if there is anything to be unlocked,

If the key exists or paper makes any sense

Or is it your brain dead.

Is key a myth or your sanity.

Is the trove already opened and trinkets out,

Then why are they hidden from your sight?

Tired, you no longer wish to seek it.

With others bathing in their treasures,

You cease your efforts

And accept that you do not understand

You lay still, gazing blankly at the mythical lock,

Unaware what to do next.