The Key

Purity is what it comes from
Life is what it's meant for
Everything is NOT in its right place
Any day come be something different
Something special
Everyday can get worse
So much worse
Only travels can take you there
Many go there everyday
Everything is packed
Only it just sits by the door
Never moving
Eager, but afraid
Haste cannot be made
Even with something like this
Losing it faster all the time
Pace was alwas the trick
Meeting in the alley
Ejected without reason
Going through the mirror
Even the reflection is missing
That hopeless smirk on that face
Overshadowing the emptiness
Under the dark cloudy skies
Trickles down my face
Often, too often
Forced? No.
Helped? By something, somewhere
Even I don't know how to
Reaching for that escape. That...
End

-Anon