That Magician in my Head
You paint my demented soul white,
With such precision you'd think it would stick;
All of your courage; your false hope,
You'd think happiness would be just beyond the horizon.
I nod a small goodbye to my dreams,
And say hello to the mime as they enter his tricky little box,
Bittersweet thoughts tingle my palate,
I stare in anguish as I know I could go with them
But the light in my head begins to flicker
I won’t let you exploit the fantasy I try so hard not to live in.
By BasSinger
© 2008 BasSinger
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