The Key

I’m looking for a key And I think I see it. I know its there. My fingers can almost reach. Once I grasp it, I will be able to open a lock On one of the many doors to go through And it will take me somewhere.. I don’t know where But I trust it will be somewhere great However, as of now, I remain in seclusion Where I will attempt to fulfill My purpose here Before my path is clear I see something Shimmering in the darkness I know it’s my key But I can’t see the teeth That will be able to fit Into the right door for me I need to grow a little more Before my fingers can reach The key to my destiny.