Kaleidoscope

I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos,
but everything is out of order.
My brain has been scattered like light through a kaleidoscope,
Too many shapes and too many colors.
I can’t keep up with it all.

I can see everything I need and want to do.
But nothing is whole.

I see yellow, blue, and red,
But then they become purples, greens, and oranges.
I see triangles and squares,
But then they become pentagons, hexagons, heptagons, octagons…
I need to close my eyes.

I close my eyes
But I just feel instead of see.

So many pieces and possibilities, a puzzle without perfection: perfect.
But perfect is imperfect and imperfect is perfect: a paradox, impossible.
So I’m left with nothing but semblance and shattered sight
But it’s not over, I still have Time;
The enemy of all, my only friend.