My golden key

I have found a golden key hidden deep down in a candy box.
God knows for how many years...
I'm afraid to touch it.
I don't want to break it, and to tell the truth, I'm scare of it.
Being apart of my key is my "ought to" wish;
being with it, is my real will.

Every time I close my eyes I see my shadow, I see my box, I see my key.
I don't know anymore if it exists; if once it did; if now, it's me.