Kaleidoscope
My mind is like a kaleidoscope. Many different colors and ideas moving around. The question is, which one will it stop on. Nowadays nothing comes from those ideas, but when the ideas become actions, I'll have proof that it wasn't an accident. It was meant to be permanent.
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