The Magician

The curtain opens, there’s a man on stage,

no light shines on him, yet his shadow still stays,

The magician doesn’t speak, but he opens his mouth,

a long cloth of differnt colors is all that comes out,

like the lies he’s been fed, he keeps pulling them out,

pulling, pulling, pulling, do they ever end,

I mean does it ever end, placing it in his hat, he makes his only friend,

even he hops away,

the magician tries trick after trick, with each act he grows more frantic,

heart racing, sweating and pacing, he grabs the wand in his grip,

whatever it is you want, it’s something else you’ll get,

as he tries to match the queen of hearts with the king, he slips,

52 cards fly and flip until finally the floor they hit,

The crowd chants love is magical, but he knows magic is fake,

love cut his heart into pieces with the sharpest of blades,

but he kept a big smile while the blades were in place,

when he walked off stage, it disappeared from his face,

like now you see it, now you don’t,

please bring it back, that’s something he won’t,