He was groping in the dark
Searching for a key that
Would open the gates of happiness
Dejected was he with
A past that failed him
A future no less certain
And a present spent unravelling the key
Time only assisted him
By flying off as is its won’t
And then the day dawned
He, gasping for his last breath,
Saw in the light of truth
That there was no lock
Nor were there any keys.