Kaleidoscope

  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 …

Moving on

Wake me not, for I am deep asleep; As the dreams come and go, let me silently weep.   Break me not, whenever I feel strong; I hate lying to myself, that I am finally moving on.   Ask me not, for I have nothing else to give; Pain is all that I have, holding …