Turning...

The mind spins around 

and it doesn't settle 

The shifting colours 

Pierce its way though my memory 

The sides keep turning 

and it makes me wonder 

Which side is me? 

I shift,fold and rearrange 

But the pieces are reluctant to the solution

Which makes everything seem easier 

and yet it takes the alternate route   

You give up 

and let it remain the way it is 

But you know that one day 

You can pick it up 

and switch it around

To see that everything fits...
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