Monday, April 7, 2008

The power of thought

I see purple buildings hanging from the sky,
while I ride on an asphalted ocean.

I don’t just ride, I take big leaps,
flying on other cars’ tops,
like a wheeled metallic frog.

I enter a room. I see people around me.
They don’t talk much, but they are cute.

They are wrapped in clothes,
but I can still discern their figures.
They gather around.

I burst in a million silicon balls, and
I spread and bounce all over the place.

That’s embarrassing, I feel exposed.
It’s ok. I am already somewhere else.

I smile. This world is mine.