Lock

Sorry, everything is locked up.

To protect something,
Some lock up their blogs, some lock up their notebooks.
Some lock up their bikes, some lock up their vehicles.
Some lock up their doors, some lock up their windows.

Keys and passwords are the only way to see what’s inside.
Truths and lies are the only path to know what’s happened.

No, I don’t need locks.
Because there is nothing to see, and no one could understand what’s inside.


Everything is in my fucking mind.