Lock and Key
You never trusted anything I said Without your chain on everything I did. Love was just your name for your lock and key. In the city center that afternoon— The day a perfect gift of English spring—We sat in the park crying we didn’t understand. Old folks shuffled, young girls pushed prams, birds flew up, Children poured out of school, men eyed the ground Which they could not see, bright as they sunlight was. Surrounded by life, we sat afraid to admit It was our decision, no one else’s. We would have to make the life we would lead. We could not just copy what others had done. Both of us were hurt but in different ways: The lock and key you had been given Didn’t quite fit where your heart had landed,And the chain to me was a spider’s web Heavier than the tears we couldn’t hold back.
It’s the young who have no time, one learns,Just because they must have it all now, they think. The old know better and count every moment Since it could be the last, so many wasted. Commitment is not a mortgage of chains. It is here and now, every minute, every day. Otherwise you live under lock and key Bereft of the chain your body could wear,The one that lights with no lock and key.
You never trusted anything I said Without your chain on everything I did. Love was just your name for your lock and key. In the city center that afternoon— The day a perfect gift of English spring—We sat in the park crying we didn’t understand. Old folks shuffled, young girls pushed prams, birds flew up, Children poured out of school, men eyed the ground Which they could not see, bright as they sunlight was. Surrounded by life, we sat afraid to admit It was our decision, no one else’s. We would have to make the life we would lead. We could not just copy what others had done. Both of us were hurt but in different ways: The lock and key you had been given Didn’t quite fit where your heart had landed,And the chain to me was a spider’s web Heavier than the tears we couldn’t hold back.
It’s the young who have no time, one learns,Just because they must have it all now, they think. The old know better and count every moment Since it could be the last, so many wasted. Commitment is not a mortgage of chains. It is here and now, every minute, every day. Otherwise you live under lock and key Bereft of the chain your body could wear,The one that lights with no lock and key.
