Mild adventurer. Prolific daydreamer. Always authentic.

[untitled poem]

Is there more to me,

am I any kind of mystery?

I sit looking down on myself and I just can’t tell.

I had a kaleidoscope mind once,

was an optimist too.

The fizz is gone, it’s simple flat.

The colours have washed out, the psychedelic swirls are now just whitewashed walls.

Take me out of place,

anywhere but here.

Change my mind,

wipe my personality.

Revent me.

Save me from myself

Written by 16  year old Dee Thomson