A coffin that holds men for a certain while,
Not dead but sleeping men,
Held there not by their own desires,
Veiled by the choices they made.
Men who lie there still and immobile,
Shielded away from the sunshine and the light.
Men with hopes and dreams,
Plans and ambitions,
Awaiting the one key that releases them,
Before the undertaker takes them under.
Opportunity is all around us they say,
Each opportunity, a key to a gateway to work.
But like a bunch of keys, only one opens the main door,
Unlocking a mansion filled with rooms endless.
And so,
Only one key unlocks the casket,
And one master who turns the key in its place to open,
The coffin of obscurity
