tele pop

I moved a pen with my mind today,
wanted it in my hand,
and it came my way.

Didn't tell anyone,
afraid of what they might say.

Spent the rest of the day in shock and fear,
grabbing things quickly, before they come near.

In the evening,
flipped pages through the air,
with my hands in my pocket,
read a book half-way.

Locked my room,
decided to experiment.
Moved my shoes and socks around,
walked on the ceiling, discontent.

Next day in the morning,
deep snow on the ground that day,
walked out the door,
feet didn't touch the ground, floated away.

Later in the evening,
went to take a bath.
Slipped in the bathtub,
head hit, with a crack.

Doctor said, "Son, you have a concussion."
told him to screw himself and give me medication.

Went home,
tried to play with cushions,
couldn't move a thing,
broke two windows in frustration.

Fell on my knees,
cried a lot that day,
felt like a part of me had died away.

Today, 5 years later,
stretched my fingers one way,
pen flew into my hands,
I sat gaping away.

Went home,
slept it off,
sent all people away.

woke up,
tried everything out,
it all worked okay.

I move things with my mind,
and i will have my say.

This time,
the gift,
is here to stay.