Cells and numbers arrange
In a logic reserved to few
And drawing lines
The future is shaped
By those commas and exponentials
And from the numbers,
An innovative way of stepping comes.
My thoughts travel like envelopes
From my mind through my arms
To the tips of fingers.
I read them out loud,
As only felt words can be,
And they cross the dimension of time
And travel into space
From this grey chair of willingness.
Little second and endless minutes
Decorate my day
While surfing the web of paying attention
To the greedy phone.
I feel their emptiness and their frustration.
I fill them with mindfulness and self-consciousness.
I am hanging confused today
On the brink of a chair
Trying to decide if I am
Dried or energized
By the millions of interactions,
And the instinctual clicks of the day.
Hop hop over your accelerating heart,
Hop hop over the dark thoughts of a terrible outcome,
Bounce from idea to conclusion
And have fun
Passing the levels of this living video game.
Fluo colours and sharp edges
Define the levels of no different value
Where you illuminate new routes
After a long time.