Key
I’m supposed to open a door.
A door to where, I don’t know.
What can I do if nothing more?
Why open the door if I have nothing to show?
I’m supposed to open a door.
Unlock it.
So, the world can see its core.
Every little bit
I’m supposed to open a door.
A door to your imagination
Maybe a lion not hearing its own roar.
Or a book following your fascination.
I’m supposed to open a door.
Is that my only purpose?
What else am I used for?
Is that my only service?
I’m supposed to open a door.
But what’s the point.
Without a door I just lay on the floor
Who would I disappoint?
Maybe I don’t want to open a door.
But I’m no use without one, you see.
I can’t open a drawer.
But a door is no use without me.