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!