The key can be anything.

It could be your dog.

It could be what you read
on that bubble-gum wrapper.

It could be what your grandmother said,
or how a butterfly landed,
or the shape of a cloud,
or the words to a song,
or a silly story you once read.

The key could be right
in front of you now.

Or it could be ahead of you
or behind you.

Or it could be in not
looking at all.

But always remember,
however compelling,
however enchanting,
however grateful you may be to it,

The Key, is not the Door.