There's a house inside my head,  
With many doors, both green and red.  
Behind each one, a thought awaits,  
Racing fast, or running late.

One door opens to a buzzing bee,  
Another shows the roaring sea.  
A thousand windows wide and bright,  
Ideas that flicker, flash, take flight.

But just as quick, they slip away,  
A sunny thought turns into gray.  
I chase one down, then lose the track,  
And something new pulls me back.

The world says 'focus, slow it down, '  
But I'm too busy spinning ‘round.  
It's hard to find the quiet key,  
To lock the noise and just be free.

Yet in this storm, a spark is found,  
A place where my thoughts swirl around.  
For though they scatter, fly, and flee,  
There's brilliance in the way they see.

One day, I found a door ajar,  
And standing there, a guiding star.  
He smiled and said, "Your mind's a maze,  
But it shines in such a wondrous blaze."

I learned to love my doors of light,  
The thoughts that dance both day and night.  
For in the chaos, I can see,  
The wild, creative side of me.