A Kaleidoscope of Perceptions

In the kaleidoscope of perceptions spun,
Many versions of me under the sun.
Some see a shy soul, silent and still,
Others find chatter, an incessant thrill.

Cold and mean, or caring and kind,
In minds' reflections, perceptions bind.
But amidst these myriad mirrors' gleam,
Who am I, in the depths of my own dream?

Am I the sum of these fractured views,
Or a spirit deeper, with hues imbued?
A seeker of truth in the labyrinthine rhyme,
Defined not by echoes of passing time.

Within, I discover a whispered voice,
Beyond labels and others' choice.
A soul unfolding, with each breath anew,
Finding myself in the journey true?

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