These thoughts swirl at high winds

The kaleidoscope spins aimlessly

A hundred colors rush past me

Why then do I stop at every shade of blue I see

Is blue honest

Is it telling

It’s reminding

Reminding me to not get comfortable

Don’t sit too close to the edge

When the cliff gives way, my pieces will shatter

It will be my weight that makes it break

And it will be then that I return to the desert

Because I will always be the cactus

You can’t get too close or I make you blood

What good am I

Inside I hold what you need but needles keep you afar