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.
