Many distractions are flung about on the reflections, in the reflections, by the reflections. Missing, stolen energy. Loneliness. A city of cities. Isolation, misdirection, wild and restless confusion. Crashing currents, neurons shorting out, fuses blowing. A surge of life, energizing beauty- a moment of clarity. Content tears of happiness flowing in a deceiving river of discontent. Inevitable change, direction shifts. Tears flow carelessly in a seemingly aimless manner against the current discontent, searching for and striving to create their own current content, to own nothing to have everything. Tap into it, plug in, you have found it, it is indeed there and although frighteningly foreign... refreshingly distracting. A gift of energy surprises the needy thieves...
