I hold the key which opens all.
His destiny: the doors and walls.
The brightest stars will beg,
Desiring even the slightest taste
As the roads they blindly pave make way
For death of control. Senselessness dilates.
But know should they: a breath of fate
Is all too fake.
Is believed so great, but too easy to break.
He holds the key. He opens me,
And we bathe in cascades of mystery,
For his next move, and my next step
Are conjoined in choice to exist beyond death.