I’m a house made of long mirrored walls,

Broken pieces live inside my endless halls.


I’m a weaver of patterns made of infinite colors,

I’m a magician who brings out the beauty within chaos.


Sometimes, I’m just a toy in a child’s hand,

To the philosopher, I’m a window to the human mind.


If you are truly lost in randomness and yearn for hope,

Come look inside me; My name is Kaleidoscope.