I pamper myself with toys
the more, the merrier
I pause with one to get to the next
but I always come back;
I got them trading with fire
each of them depicting a story
a mood, a state of mind,
a piece of brain in need of light
a piece of soul full of potential
a piece – like this one.
All together they rely on me
never aging, never exhausted
‘for the owner does not apply
the straight-focused one-way law.
I cuddle them, I hold them tight
sometimes losing strength,
they will call me back again.
I thank them, I cheer them loud
for being my most delicate self.
Words on canvas 