Change in Perception

Colorful rain in the distorted form of paint droplets splash upon my windshield,

sometimes I feel happy- other times I feel that I'm too disconnected and long to be sealed.

The song changes and it ruins each of the thoughts and visions within my mind,

myriad pink elephants morph and swirl their trunks while a sexy, independent, capable woman rides atop and shakes her behind.

She's wearing red heels and kicking her legs while her cascading rouge hair is thrown back in euphoric joy,

all of the fears, concerns, and questions regarding her ability- are in HER power to destroy.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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