Rely on my Senses

One of the two I had written in the past week. I wrote part of this sitting outside my dorm before PT. I fear putting this up will mark its incompleteness complete. Which would be not good.

Rely on My Senses

Twisted locks and keys fallen apart
Keep secrets from me that I'll never know
No way to retrieve thoughts from long ago

But I'll try to rely on my sentences
Call upon you to help ease my penances
Lost and found, I am
Lost and found

Streets and roads are closed for repairs
Detours over contours to our destinations
A Disconnect, New direction, my transformation

But I'll try to rely on my sentences
Call upon you to help ease my penances
Lost and found, I am
Lost and found, I am