I am a magician
casting my spells
I travel to heaven
I travel to hell
with trunks  full of hats
rabbits and horses
and an assistant
to cut you in half
of course

I try  to remember
not to believe
the lines that I read
the things that I see
the drama unfolding
under my spell
all of  the bliss
and the misery as well

Moment to moment
I rein in my mind
from following trails
I find that wind
away from the path
I want to follow
away from this world
so empty so hollow