Why is it that I'm a magician
With a Wish to
Deceive
Dis eve
Whipping dis
Illusion/Delusion
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"Wondering what is it up my sleeve,
What is this I see?"
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Never knowing
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"Why?"
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Wandering
When not believing
Within my own wonder
& mystery
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As well as what was
Not obviously meant to be
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Magically not even believing in me
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I hope & I pray that this time it's only for play
& yet somehow it stays that way
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...& I stay disappearing
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The background was perfect for this piece...the first four lines set it off properly "Why is it that I'm a magician
With a Wish to
Deceive
Dis eve " nice
I agree, very interesting, and I love how you ended the poem, with a wonder, something like magician's leave in our mind when they play a magic trick..lol, but what I really like is how you made into a life situation, since many times, when there's lack of communication, and there's lack in the relationship, it's hard to believe and trust the other individual, and often we feel they're playing with us.. Well done, something I can relate at moment to..