Key to my Mind

"The mind is a box

And truth its key,

A music box full of

Unique melodies.

It plays for those

Who wish to hear,

Its sorrows and woes

Of many a year.

You may also chance

To hear joyful tunes,

Full of mirth and love

In their fullest bloom.

To listen is priv'lege

For only select few,

Honest and trusted

And tried and true.

So ask if you dare

For the key to my mind,

Given it is a box

And it never rewinds."

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