In the early hush of dawn's embrace,
I search for keys, my heart's misplaced grace,
Small tokens of freedom, paths yet to tread,
Now scattered like whispers, lost words left unsaid.

Between the cushions, in shadows they hide,
A dance of frustration where hope and despair collide.
Each corner I comb, each memory retrace,
Hoping that somewhere, I’ll rekindle the chase.

Oh, keys of my...