The Key

Yet another poem about being afraid to express myself

Any attempt to progress,

Is hindered by contemplation

Making moves in the mind
Are nothing but a fantasy

Have you any idea?

Did I drop a hint?

Beans weren't spilled

Did I drop the ball?

The game is over

Too little, too late

Here I am again,

And again

Make it simple for me,

Give me the key

Let me drive.