Kaleidoscope

As my foolish thoughts unfold,

So do my sins and the lies that I’ve told,

I stand alone in the volley of my misgivings,

Shut in from the break of day, shut out from the living.

Trying to reach out to the world outside,

But no one heard me as I cried,

Like crushed pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope ,

Weaving patterns of distant hope.

Fleeting moments of clarity,

What to think, what to believe?

And as if by a miracle it dawns on me,

What has befuddled my mind for all of eternity.

Because in the end we all want to hope,

Because in the end we all want to believe,

Because in end we’ve all been shown,

Yes, in the end we stand alone.