I was looking for
Some magic
But it's in everything you do
I need my conduct and humor
To remain a shadow in which you stand true
I seek such dreams to be near you
I need a glass of *****
To match the wine you're guzzling
Waiter, the bill and check, please
I need that woman
I'm gonna take a leap of faith
If I'm to get some salvation
From the castle of mirrors
Which turn into a quintillion feathers
A fortress of illusions
Where, the clown play in circles
And the funambulists stand on the ropes of chance
Where the conductor lights up when the men fall
I take my chances with the maniacal cackling
That tells me the way out
I need your love
To match my laughing chances
I'd die for your smile
At the end of it
I need your clairvoyance
To match my burning aces
Often, I dream it would be cast iron castles
That see us through the cul de sac
But, I'll chances on my bad luck
I'm sure if I take you up on that offer
To see the joker
Accusing me of duplicity
I guess I don't belong here
Yet, you will be stuck with me
Among the best minds of this city
Laughing in agonizing pain
Only aware that we are reflections
And inflections of our mental processes
Proceed with caution
Before you enter the second segment of the castle
You can't match me
Unless you have fascination and awe
You can't match my will
Unless you take a little look into yourself
You will see our future
A common journey
Make me a holy man
I'd love your smirk
At the beginning of it