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I Pull my words out to play
Dropping them here
Scattering them there
Dance them across my screen
I play god
I pull the strings
I manipulate
I have the power
They are my toys
Playthings
Forming
Dissolving
Singing
Gracing my day
As I sit inside
My crystal glass ball
Reaching out
I cannot touch
I cannot feel
The pain of real

Living inside my mind
I form what is to be
Of agony
Or ecstasy
Splintered
Healed
You move
I pull the strings
I am puppet master
I am god
You are my creation
Formed by my words

Inside this cage
my crystal glass ball
I am - prisoner
of my own mind