The Key to My Treasure

Rusted, hibernating in a mountain of dust,
My thoughts venturing through its vast cliffs,
Going through its caverns to find its heart,
A key that's its own treasure, a prize special to me,

It's been the key to my past ancestors' minds,
As they held while they unlocked their own journey,
Thoughts that I only now can share with them,
To me it's more than a rusted metal key,

It’s been waiting in a glass box for me,
The key has been to vast minds,
Unlocking new worlds for me to experience,
It’s the key to my origins and my DNA,

When it sits softly in my palm,
I can feel my family wherever I go,
They are not heavy but only spirits,
This is the key to my treasure.