Kaleidoscope

It’s like a kaleidoscope sometimes looking at the world

Distorted pictures within a house of mirrors

But how do you find meaning when everything can change

A variegated pattern or scene

If you look through your box and point it to a mountain

Does it still look like a  mountain

Or is it just little bits of paper all different colors

Messing  with the images in your brain.

If you pointed the kaleidoscope at yourself what would others see looking into it

Would it always  change

Would you be the image that you wanted them to  see

Would you constantly be crashing and blending into different shapes and images

Would you still be  yourself

A complicated image or being

If you pointed your pebble box to the sky

Would the stars still seem as bright or as many

Would the night re arrange

Would the stars be everything you wanted them to be

Constantly twinkling and leaving you in wonder

A endless world of universes

Colliding.