Playing with plastic tea cups Brittle from over use Chips in little spoons Sugar stained by abuse Far too small wooden chairs Far too small for me Sitting 'round a small table Waiting for company Manipulated by pleasure Distorted by extreme When they are as they are When they are not what they seem Riding on the winds of comfort Touching colors formed from glass On the tips of tiny shadows Where clouds cannot pass Bowing trees to catch some rays Distorted by a wave Endlessly thirsting For the water that they crave Every flaw is a perfection Every time it is not seen When they are as they are When they are not what they seem Bubbles floating in a pattern Inert in outer space Are lost thoughts without questions No resistance to be traced Caged inside its orbit Speckled by its cause Twisting into illusion Based on virtual laws And no one is watching And no one dreams this dream When they are as they are When they are not what they seem