I was the key to everything
an integral part of the contemporaneous
That first cold eye and me
waiting fiercely and abruptly rising
to arrogance,
Defying that which would entail a wise decision.

I was the key to everything;
and no lock I ever found would be turned
A first dark night along with this body
flesh desperate to labor onward
towards enrichment;
In deference to all decisions made.

I thought the key to everything
was whatever I had once laid to rest;
But in laying down I chased away
the peace that sky and breezes bring
with the unrest of an inharmonious mind
In denial of all decisions made.

I locked away most everything
that once I’d thought meant so little to me,
in a deep recess of a life and mind
towards which I’d never turn or look
for arrogance,
The decisions had been irreversible.