Trying to make it in, with one turn. 

One click, one try, 

Before making it in. 

A key. 

Try not to lose yourself. 

In the most secluded, tight, dark places. 

It’s easy to get lost when you feel so small. 

That’s what it’s like. 

Precise, crafted for one purpose, perfectly serrated edges, 

I am like you. 

To fit in a confined, 

Exact space, 

To enter a safe place. 

Each groove, being pushed in accurately. 

A unique, complex, abstruse idea to grasp. 

But spare your thoughts, 

I’m always here to work. 

One right turn, clockwise to open. 

Duplicate me, so easy to lose, 

So hard to find. 

But always yours if you choose.