Untold Thought

Strange,
Everything seems to be newly polished into an unknown color.
Discovery,
I did find out how colors can be mixed into such abstract.
Anonymous,
I am not the painter, no one is; it's natural, I think.
Pointless,
I do not know what's going to be created.
Involved,
Not my desire, is there such thing as meant to be?
Confusion,
Too much happenings at a time.
Adaptation,
Like a butterfly which flies to a whole new sight of the world.

I see, I hear, I feel;
Enough to come up with a thought, clear one; however, it's better if it remains untold.