Keys

Keys

I make back up plan

After back up plan

I swear

I am doing the best I can

To catch myself before things escalate

And run away with me

I swear

I’ve got every system in place

I swear

This will never happen again

And yet

And yet

Here I am

For the third time in a month

Standing outside my car door

In the rain

Watching my keys on the inside

Having fun without me

Ok, maybe it’s not raining

But the locksmith that helped me

The last two times

Is gonna be so judgemental

And sometimes it seems

Like every time things are going right

They go wrong

And in the grand scheme of things

Out of everything that could possibly go wrong?

I could be sick, or jobless

Or homeless

Perhaps being keyless

Isn’t the worst thing in the world.