Kat and I were supposed to pick up the key to our new place tonight. Hasn't worked out so well thus far.
Regardless, the prompt for today is: the key.
The key is heavy in my hand -
I smile as though this was my plan.
But inside my thoughts spin madly
While my stomach behaves badly.
I did not ask for this duty,
To guide people so unruly;
But it has been decreed by birth,
So I must lead them back to Earth.