The Missing Key

The Missing Key

I keep coming back to this place

A bolted door I see

I slow down and slacken my pace

Can someone give me the key?

I know not what would lie

As I walk to the other side

The path now blocked by the door.

But one thing I do know

Forward I must go

And find out what the place has in store.

I keep coming back to this place

A bolted door I see

How long the truth can I evade

That the key does lie with me.