Outside, inside,

can’t merge.

But they surge,

and press for territory,

to tell their story.

Grant me a place,

where there is more space.

Grant me a voice,

but even then it won’t speak by choice.

It will always be,

a swirl,

without definition,

a dizzy whirl,

without explanation.

So just learn to juggle,

to embrace the struggle.

Be okay with what you find,

Lost in my kaleidoscope mind.