password

I decided today,
this morning actually,
after much too much to drink last night
with the uneasy feeling of thoughts revolving
in my head, squirming
through each wrinkle in my brain
without any say
as to what they would be
where they would go
how I would interpret them
under the fluorescent lights
that shone much too brightly
for that hour
and my condition
which beat against my head
like a flat bass line,
a crash of cymbals
pounding distracting messages
from whatever it was I was thinking
I decided
a password is the greatest symbol.
It is secret and used to gain
access into someone else's something.
But the word or combination of letters and numbers
in itself will tell more
about the person than
most anything in the world.