Take My Key Of Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Take my key of dreams
For anything that´ll go
Not all is what it seems
Thru the keyhole’s glow

Stretch your own wings
Flow them thru a twist
The character inside sings
What your traits has kissed

Roads must be two ways
One is to your reply
The other with head plays
Wherein the interiors fly

Love is in its fine tresses
Falling down to the earth
Mind and ability abolishes
Each of its possess worth

Sometimes you’ll find a key
To your instant problems
It might have a sure way
To what it after that becomes

Learn thru your oversight
All moves toward vitality spin
There is no wrong or right
Only the ones that will win