Magician

I came to your show to see some magic tricks

Tonight I say that I am not fooled

Your sleight of hand, ever so subtle

Like the mist on the morning floor

Cannot escape the opened eye

My Eye

How can I believe you magic-man

When your well of power comes not from within your heart

But behind your sleeves

Poorly sewn and worn from overuse

Yet you conjure fire, lights, and the impossible

Making sure all of your magic happens far, far away

“But it’s there! Just believe in me!”

Your fingers may work the subtle energies that are the stuff of life

But I cannot believe when it never happens here

For my own eyes to see

“But of course it can! Just believe!”

Then why not let us help you make your magic?

Let us pull the rabbit from your deep black hat

Let us saw the box that holds you and your lies

Then we will see if your magic works here and now before out eyes

“But that’s dangerous. My assistants will help me instead.”

Just because our fingers are not as nimble and sneaky as theirs

Does not mean we cannot make magic of our own

So say what you will, play your tricks, have your fun

But the lights are brightening and the curtains are drawing down

So as your performance draws to a close

Know that we are not fooled

Magician