locks
always with the locks
on the heart
on the mind
even on the soul
5am
and it still
makes no difference
locked here within life
almost observed
almost
passive
to see this all and know it’s
wrong
burning behind a computer screen
because there’s nothing else to do
waiting
for something
anything
to signal victory
yet there
on the horizon
the faintest shimmer
possibly a glimmer
of hope
all these locks(broken?)
now
just maybe
it’s time to turn the key