I bathe in gold every morning
And feel richer than I ever could be
With endless displays of beauty
Not quite designed for me
But, I choose to sit at the center
Spinning around in endless wonder
Every color on the canvas
No piece untouched and never finished

A constant state of flux
Just like my mind is
A home that never was
I belong here

Here, the unknowing
Welcome, finally
Outside the walls
Where I organize things


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