Kaleidoscope

Pieces, ever changing, always turning,
like a kaleidoscope of colors, sizes, shapes.

Every glance, a new shape,
With each shape, a new view.

The colors, the hues,
some frightening, some amuse.

And as the pieces move and fall,
the shapes we can not choose.

I know not if the shapes I take 
will be better than before, 

Unable to reconstruct known patterns.
All that was familiar, gone.

And as I glance at my reflection,
life's wheel turns on and on.

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