lost keys

 my thoughts keep on racing
to the room four ten
my mind keeps on pacing
thinking about "what if..." and "then..."

but the keys are lost now, darling
they do live on in my heart
and it keeps on snarling
begging for a new start.

for whom is this?
both the recipient and sender unclear
as a song it's a miss
but this feeling is a spear
lodged deep in my heart
a new start, a new start
it keeps begging me
asking to rethink
and every once in a while
it really does sting

would it be any different
if i didn't lose the keys to room four ten?
should i have kept an indifferent
façade, how would it be then?

if i don't know my emotions
how do i stay true to them
going through the same motions
just to stay sane

and i'm back to writing again
screaming into the void
hoping it will drain
the feelings i tried to avoid