I had had no intention
of escaping the way
I eventually escaped.
If I had had
I wouldn’t have
Of that I’m quite sure
I’m quite sure
I wouldn’t have
but that matters not
What matters are matters
that never were sought.
I was tending my business
in the usual way
pushing back up
as I felt it push down
when I saw on the floor
the black keys to the door.
I could see they were keys
but looked quickly away
Looked quickly away
as if then to say
Tempt me not
Go away
Go away from my vision
Go away from my touch
The matters that matter
are any but such
as the matters that beckon
to tempt me away
from the peace that I built here
in earlier days.
But the keys wouldn’t let up
They pulled me away
They told me to get up
and test then the door
I fought like a demon
I fought like a whore
Could it be it’s a setup?
There’s no other way
that this metal would happen to be on my floor.
But now all that matters
is the sound of the clatter
as my grip on the keys
drags my bones to the door.
The key slid so easily
slid into the lock
slid silently
cold metal
bridging the gap
silently coldly now
pulling and sliding
sealing my fate
as it clicked to a stop.
I knew at that moment
that freedom was near
but freedom is costly
though freedom is dear
The door stood half open
The matter seemed clear
that the pull of the doorway
had vanquished my fear.
Had vanquished the sliding
cold metal bridge fear.
I slipped to the outside
and now again mattered
the things that had mattered
when things had then shattered
the things that had mattered
when I held them dear.
I looked back at safety
but safety was gone now
it mattered now not
that my hands were now shaking
the door had gone shut now
the cold metal sliding
the cold metal clicking
now sliding and clicking
again to a stop.