My life is as abstract as an ink blot test
But as precise as a geometric architect
My body is like a Picasso, only truly understood by its maker
My spirit is one of a mythical creature which flies to a different world
This mind is like no other, unique as one’s fingerprints
My heart is comprised of the most malleable material
That allows my emotions to flow as effortlessly as blood through veins
My soul, an unchartered treasure, its key hidden from the untrained eye
My brain is damaged goods, as science would say
Lucky my kaleidoscopic life isn’t broke
Its manufacturer is no joke
All of the pieces are cut to size
When all aspects of my life are accounted for
There’s only one force
That I want to stay my course
Turning my lens right to left, honing in on the path that is correct