Worlds In the Vortex

Quick to judge but slow to anger.
The rage to me is not a stranger.
Slow to judge but fast to anger.
The thought process is a re-arranger.

Sliding through the worlds, again.
The transmitter being a real friend.
It takes me through worlds, unknown.
Each world looks almost like home.

Minute differences at first then greater.
So much has changed; Especially the creator.
Caught up in a vortex; I search for home.
My friends keep me from being alone.

I meet new friends and rank strangers.
The present peace and unknown danger.
Wondering what each new world will show.
It challenges my beliefs and what I know.

At the present course which takes me there.
I wonder where I am and how big is where.
The trip seems so long and do I circle?
It makes me wonder about the color purple.

So many colors I encounter along the way.
Some of the colors of gray with me stay.
Other colors I learn to be brand new.
But they all seem to be pretty, too.