The Key

It is
with great care
that we construct
our own reality
emphasizing
mischaracterizing
ignoring
repainting
every moment
delicately
we construct
our own cage
those bars
thru which
we observe the world
like a lone child
sans innocence
looking out
the moon
reflected
in his eyes
wishing
he could
chase the horizon
some
have forgotten the dream
and they threw away
the key
for others
it lays in the corner
time sprinkles dust
i hold mine
in my hand
it's fate
undecided