Changing Skins

Every day a new me
 Every day a new skin
 I'm me within
 The centre of a tornado
 Stillness
 Oppressive, dull
 Nascent, emotion
 Intent, culled
 A vacuum filled with nothing
 Calm, explosive force
 Tides of matter sweeping
 Scope, such devastating force
 A mind filled with vitality
 Creation, a dozen six days
 Powerful, vital, alive
 A paraplegic to the world
 I orchestrate my world
 Never ending chaotic overtures
 Orchestrated by the world
 I orchestrate my world
 Forever ending chaotic overtures
 Reasons by to suit the circumstances
 Flickering images hurtle into oblivion
 Reality shifting, filling within sockets
 Sockets of the mind, identity defines
 Orchestrated by the world
 I think
 I orchestrate the world
 Every day a new me
 Every skin a new me
 Every day a new skin