In my closet all colors can be found, head to foot,
coordinates and mismatched materials abound.
Yesterday I wore red today I want to wear blue.
Sometimes I combine both colors for my version of purple.
Sometimes I rather not wear anything,
but I wonder if I'd be raped for not picking one color to cover with.
I mean nobody's always right and no one is always wrong,
though we find our tolerance weak and our opinions strong.
At times I'm stumped for hours, at odds about what to wear.
Curious about what it would be like to rock a new mind with the same gear.
I'd like to know what it's like to walk in another's design,
being so fashionably adamant though we shop with different eyes.
I truly hope we haven't worn the best of our colorful curiosities.
Our expressions, like patterns can both contrast and agree.