Unaware.

Unaware  
The girl  
With the soft blue eyes ,  
Slow , measured walk ,  
Afraid to talk ,  
Eyes set to the ground ,  
Flowing caramelised brown hair ,  
Blowing in the air ,  
Take away all her cares ,  
As she climbs the back stairs ,  
Met with blank stares ,  
Unaware ,  
She is about to play musical chairs ,  
Sorting through her affairs ,  
Dealing with her inner nightmares ,  
As she now has her dream catcher ,  
And her fingers and toes crossed  
Its going to taker her to a new chapter ,  
Called courage on page teo hundred  
and twenty three .