kaleidoscope

looking at life

through the lense of kaleidoscopes

twisting and turning and frantic

but fun.

looking at life

through the lense of kaleidoscopes

is seeing the colors...

I'll never be done.

looking at life

through the lense of kaleidoscopes

blocking the gray, the dark

and the sad

looking at life

through the lense of kaleidoscopes

is avoiding the real life.

now is that so bad?

as i grow my eyes open

and one still just sees

the happy

the colors

the frantic

the breeze.

the other eye opens.

perception is new.

this world is different.

what do i do?

where are the colors?

where's all the fun?

I'm not ready to leave.

what can be done?

i force my eye shut

refusing to see

the world that's out there

I stick to the me

the me I was yesterday

the me who is stuck

in the swirling kaleidoscope

where there's magic and luck.

looking at life

through the lense of kaleidoscopes

is ignoring the bad, looking through

just one eye

looking at life

through the lense of kaleidoscopes

is a life with just notion

am I living a lie?