Unlock Me

Written by: Cheyenne Kay

All these thoughts
They make perfect
Sense
When the peices
Are put together
Everything
But my eyes
Make the transition
From opaque
To clear
My mind unlocks
The cages of 
The unknown and
Turns them to 
The understanding
Of what's happening
I never could
Clearify
My logic on things
Until the
Right jey met
The right lock
Until the peices
Were dusted off
Now we all
Can understand
But the question is
. . .
Who actually
Listens and cares
Who tries to help?