A poem. Read into it what you like. I don't know. Angst I guess. The first glance was made and I saw, that ivory field trimmed with rampant sapphire. A place where I fit, all snug and secure as a key in a lock. I have grown older now and been long since removed from that lock, though I still jangle about with other keys that fit that lock. I think the half decade spent growing has changed me fundamentally. Though decidedly still a key I don’t quite seem to fit in this new lock.