Where are my keys?

In your pocket.
Of the other pant.
In the cycle.
With a 5th year.
Or 4th year, if aplicable.
Or 3rd, if applicable.
In C-302, Patel Hall. He is a collector.
Somewhere on 2.2, running away for freedom.
With you, in a parallel multiverse.
Nowhere. Not every lock has a key.
In the Kingdom of God.
At the wrong place at the wrong time. Always.
• 6 ft under the ground, on a skeleton's middle finger.
On the Tree of Wishes. Go ask it.
In your imagination alone. There are no keys.
With the Pope. Just Kidding.
Inside your CPU. Who knows.
In the keychain, wherever that is.
• On an ego trip again.
In the hands of the Dark Lord. God save the earth.
In denial.
• In the lock. And the lock in the key. It's a spiritual symbiotic relationship.
In the keyhole. Looking at you. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
In a dark puddle in stormy rain on the edge of the earth, calling out for Momma.
Waiting in hiding for you to find it and go Boo!
Right under your nose. But go ahead and buy new ones anyway, sure.
In a different state of mind today.
Not inside the box, apparently. Think outside it.