The Key to the Lock

Distance.

It's what seperates an object from other

What it doesnt seperate is the tag to its origin

Time.

It's a marker from a pack

It's a literal portrait of an everlasting day

Awarness.

It's the flashing sign in the distance

It's the anoouncement that screams, "It's time! It's time!"

Like poetry you see, it's the yin to the yang, the good to the bad

It's like that feel good feeling of determination to complete a goal

Poetry is an everlasting part of life

That in it's counterparts of distance and time, awareness

Poetry is the key to the lock