Mystic flux

The energy of thought, patterns of electrons in flesh Fire or flood, running, burning, drowning To form and fashion or stall, malfunction. What control do we have over what we think? What dominion the mind, ours or the cosmos? Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

I stand on the outside looking in, the glass is thick it distorts the view The laughing faces turns to each other in a silent dance around counless tables The food! The wine! The splendour lit by flickering candles I watch and wait. I watch and wonder why I shiver in the cold I turn and try to walk away but the walls of the hole I've dug myself are too steep I turn, I rage A little child looks down and spins my world He throws in a doll for me to play with and makes up stupid games and I play them I know there is more and I try to change the rules I think and I try to move but without him I cannot and I sit until he returns to give me little boy games to play I am here and I want out of my box I am among the connected ones but I've lost my frequency to a glitch I tune in again but static cuts the line I sit and wait and the little boy plays and the other world goes on without me and I fade as memories of minor characters do I know, I know but again I go To...