The coloring book

 Your life is a coloring book
You select the colors randomly
you color over the edges inappropriately
A child distracted

For in the essential form of yourself
All must have symmetry and order
Same number of feathers on both wings
yet here all is unequal

Like a city of mansions and slums
Of twisting unmaintaned streets
and perfectly paved and landscaped boulevards
magic and confusion pouring out of the contrasts

A line and blotch upon the unspoilt area
Outside the outline
Fumbling the colored pen
Forming the accidental graffiti of your life