Pages Of Poetry

Magical Cube

 I've turned my world a billion of times,
May it be sideways, upwards or drag it down
But I still can't figure out how to solve my own being
I found myself lost out of nowhere just to find myself
Contradiction of words, doubting oneself with full confidence
How ironic, you can find other selves yet you're MIA
Pair me up with your colors, twist me, match me up
the only problem we'll face is how you approach me
Would you make me see a cross where it would signify
Hope and eternal happiness, or would you mess me up?
Mess with me all over again, scramble my pieces?
Or just paint me? A ridiculous escape of not solving me
Shatter me into pieces; its fine by me just put me up together again
but if that time comes, I've already been renewed
the me you're holding onto now is completely different
that is not me, just an accurate replica of how I've been
But no, puzzle me up, solve me, don't give up on me
looking from the past, I wonder why I was so desperate
I should've just turned myself step by step, now, how perfect
I've matched up my colors, I know my patterns, I know myself
Still, I'll find myself puzzled up again but I know that I can solve myself 

Xyjhin Gray