The Bubblegum Express Train

Personalities come and go.

They pop inside my head like bubblegum.

Some linger to change me and shape me;

Some disappear fairly quickly,

Leaving footprints of an abstract world in the back of my mind,

Where everything’s mad,

Or cool, or divine, or strange.
But always

So uniquely different,

At being uniquely different.

And here I am,

One mind.

Trying to expand beyond one.

So I too could be different,

Or unique.

But all I am is one.