Kaleidoscope

[Not a poem but a thought fragment] 

Like a little kid

Who broke open the kaleidoscope

To discover, to his disappointment,

That the intricate patterns inside

Were just the reflections on the mirrors

Of the boring world outside

The self Broke open the mind

To discover, to its dispassion,

That the intricate patterns inside

Were just the reflections on the senses

Of the inactive world outside