Kaleidoscope

Crystal glass,

A kaleidoscope,

Gorgeous colors

All distorted by

All those cracks

On the glass,

And all my world

Turned into a picture

Of me.

I could turn my head around

And I’d still see the same,

And all I see

Is the inside of me.

It’s all a maze,

I cannot find a single path out.

All the lights are pointing in

Directions that don’t make sense.

And since when has the floor

Seemed to glow?

I’ll go in the way they point.

What will I find?

An end to all my confusion?

Or will I be stuck in a dream?

Is there an end

To the windows in my soul?

Author's Note

Inspired (sort of) by the song Glass by Ingrid Michaelson