I'm a magical, magician and my fee you will pay my commission.
I shall make half the crowd float above the chandelier.

The speed of life, is half of a sphere.
You can take it up with the front desk autioneer.
He will give you all his sneer that he
found last year.

Me, and him, are now good friends.
Going to distant, citys to show are art.
In hopes to spark your thirst for more.

River's pour from my mind to take your life of a now boat.
Down, the street once blank only trees grow on the turf.

Citizens eye see the sky and below is a smurf.