My mind is a kaleidoscope

If my mind could be a place, it would be a maze

Some parts are deep, stinking ditches,
While others are fragrant, bright gardens.
Some are as dangerous as a cliff’s edge,
While others are as benevolent as a rose bed.
Some are rollercoaster rides to old memoirs,
While others are winding roads to new adventures.

If my mind could be a person, it would be an actor.

Some days, it plays the part of a wise old seer;
Other days, it’s as naïve as a growing adolescent.
Some days, it’s jovial as a joker,
Other days, as gloomy as death itself.
Some days, it loves as kindly as a mother;
Other days, it’s as stoic as the law.

My mind is not just an organ—

My mind is a kaleidoscope.
You show me your plain white,
And I will show you my colors.
You change your perspective,
And I will change my patterns.