Colours

A maze of mirrors,
Too many mirrors,
Reflections flying in all directions.

Rebounding, running colours of my true self-
Grasp through the mirrors of many.
Looking into my deep blue eyes,
My reflection shouted out a whisper,
A whisper of desperation.

“Enjoy yourself,
Be there and have fun”.
Lights of the carnival splattering across the sunset,
leaving watermarks in their wake,
they spin overhead, tumbling and twirling.
They light up my eyes.

A maze of mirrors,
Too many mirrors,
Reflections flying in all directions.

Rebounding, running colours of my true self-
grasp through the mirrors of many,
No more whispers,
Time to shout!