Do You Have The Right Key?

The keys keep getting misplaced. Perhaps tucked away in a drawer somewhere. Keys and their holes are such funny things. Only one may work, but will it be the right one? As it stands, maybe all the doors should be kept locked. Forbidden entrances that I dare not cross, banned spaces of my mind never to be opened. Or is it fear that is truly the universal key? Or Rather hiding it to keep the living dream alive. For what would happen if all came crumbling down?