Crooked Kaleidoscope

[Verse 1]
I keep a crooked glass in the drawer by the sink,
One mirror leans where the other ones link.
I turn it toward tomorrow; the pieces misalign,
And make a small bright country out of every fault of mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to press the edges straight,
To make the picture behave;
But every bent seam held a door
I didn’t know I’d saved.

[Chorus]
Crooked kaleidoscope, turn toward the day,
My fractured little angles find a road their own way.
Not a flaw to erase, not a shape to disguise—
The future breaks in colors only I recognize.
I’ll carry every off-center line,
And let it make a world that’s mine.

[Verse 2]
There’s a nick across the silver, a thumbprint in the frame,
I used to call them evidence that I should be ashamed.
Now I watch the pieces gather, then scatter into new—
No perfect glass could show me what this uneven one can do.

[Bridge]
I’m not waiting to be finished,
I’m not asking to be fixed;
I can meet the open morning
With these edges in the mix.

[Chorus]
Crooked kaleidoscope, turn toward the day,
My fractured little angles find a road their own way.
Not a flaw to erase, not a shape to disguise—
The future breaks in colors only I recognize.
I’ll carry every off-center line,
And let it make a world that’s mine.

[Outro]
Turn it once; the pattern changes.
I’m still here—and so is the light.