Tickling brain

Numbers in the table,
Like kids holding hands in a line,
Show me the direction
While tickling my brain
In this hide-and-seek game.
The pull and magic of the hidden trend
Make me a solo artist
Behind the curtain of an unapologetic  stage.

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Limits to glow

Growing up limits are set
On what I like to watch,
on what deserves time,
And on who a smile will merit.
Protected by my limits
New body movements
and personal mental stretches
Will bloom
Enlarging this tiny room.
With pleasure
My living room will renew
And from being Full of material toys
And poor of openings
Will glow of artworks
And futuristic visions.