Thousands of peices, shattered all over the ground.
"What a mess! Pick it up!" My confidence was never found...
With a sigh and an unwilling grudge,
my feet in shackles, forcing me to trudge.
Until only now did I realize I had the key,
to be rid of this dragging punishment, to be free.
Ah, what it is like to fly,
then again, what if I fall and die?
So should I use the key, or not even try?
