Mystery Box

In my basement I have a tiny box All of its contents are guarded with several little locks The keys are trapped inside this wooden space For all of what is within will be left without a trace Is it a mystery of pastimes I have left behind Or a place full of emptiness just to tease the blind I have a hidden secret which dwell inside A withered heap of memories I have chosen to leave aside Who will discover it; who will unlock my past If you don't hurry up things will disappear increasingly fast The secret belongs to me for I know the visions to see Should I tempt my mind or just leave it be Aren't you curious just to see what lies within Is this a box of treasury or just a box of sin Take a little time to gander at its contemptible being A box that may or may not have any significant meaning A container of woe which has scarred me for life This is just a box that can be opened in rife A drift away for my meaningless days A memory locked inside; a secret which just decays Once again the keys are trapped; you must break the box Try to break in like a cheeky, coy fox Once you have gained access be careful of what you find Once you know the secret it may just blow your mind