Unlock
There are days when I need a skeleton key
To unlock the thoughts trapped inside my head
That flashes in and out like strobe lighting
Too fast to catch.
I swear to God, some of those thoughts that slip past
Are the ones I need to make sense of what I want to say.
I would have better luck breaking into Fort Knox
Than inside my granite head.
I have been told not to take notice
Of those sparkly thoughts that dazzle for a second
Like mica on the forest floor.
Is it that diamond thought I am looking for?
That is the point, I am still looking
I cannot help thinking
That the sparkle that flashed by
Might have been the diamond thought.
That little kernel that would make
The difference from mundane to brilliant.
Wish me luck as I keep hammering away!
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