A Key

There's a key in the hole of the latch on the door
Although shiny it just don't fit.
With the code figured out, they embarked on a journey,
Knowing they wouldn't remember it.

With the lockettes the same 'n the game everychanging
('s) no wonder we (all) seem fed up.
Between posture and radiance all of the gradients threaten to overflow cups.

'N I never 'stood why with out resources
We have managed to (be)come deeper in debt,
Selling selves short, whether adult or country,
'st all the same thought it might cause regret.

To live within means is the only belief universal, humble and true.
With no border or flags, if we give what we have,
You might find the key just comes to you.

With the content to blame and the plans everchanging,
the fittest survive overall.
At the end of the day everything must decay,
Why not learn something nice from the fall.


'N the sacrafice big or quite small help forget,
Imperfection untended, all that that is left.
(when) security's found you the search is no more,
Neurological attitudes open the door.

How the latch has now made it, to the end of all time,
All the jingles of consequence all will subside.
As soon as you let go what's been long put away,
The key may come to you and that's where it will stay.