And have a key ring with about a hundred keys
And I won't know what any of them open and I won't care.
And I won't know what any of them open and I won't care.
When I was a kid I loved finding old keys, especially if nobody knew what they opened. It was like magic - this key opens something, maybe something wonderful, but nobody knows what it is. Perhaps that knowledge was lost in time. Perhaps it was meant never to be found. Was it treasure, buried in the clutter of our basement? Did it open something in the old three-flat we used to live in? Did it turn on some secret machinery?
I have a container of keys at home, on my desk. I don't know what some of them are for, any longer, or where they came from. One of these days, I'm going to walk around the house with them all, trying to find out what they open. Some are obviously house keys; some are car keys. I don't really expect to find anything to open with them. but the smaller keys - that's a hunt I can look forward to!
I hope one of them doesn't open my own, personal Pandora's Box.
