Keys

Ben Danielson ‘23

The fridge is empty 

Oh it’s laundry day 

I’m gonna need soap soon 

The lesson plans are coming along 

And the parking lot is icy 

Why is it going to be 50 degrees today?

Boots, digging into my shins 

Wind whipping into my face 

The drive home, something different is always found 

A new path, a new person, a new road to explore 

Fog builds within my car and blur the windows and fade 

At least I've trained myself which keys go where, which ID goes to what door.

In time we all find our light 

Don’t worry, it’ll be alright 

Sorry in the meantime 

I’m gonna go to bed in the early night 

As long as I get to school on time I’m fine 

While those in poverty starve, the rich sit and dine. 

I’ll carve my own path 

There’ll be many more keys to come 

And one day I’ll walk the blocks I spent all those days driving 

When my neighbor’s smoke diffuses into the air 

I don’t mind it even after all these years 

Countless people smoking cigs; some of them thriving. 

Oh, adulthood. 

This is gonna be good.