A Scrambled Mind

In the quiet of the night, my mind begins to race, Random thoughts swirling, searching for a place. Fragmented memories, pieces of the past, Flitting through my consciousness, fading fast. A kaleidoscope of images, colors and sounds, Mingling together, forming new bounds. Dreams and desires, hopes and fears, Intermingling in a dance of tears. Random thoughts, like shooting stars, Glimpses of the universe, seen from afar. A glimpse into the depths of my soul, A journey into the unknown, to make me whole. So I embrace these random thoughts, let them flow, For they are the essence of who I know. A window into my innermost being, A reminder of all that I am seeing.