I always liked magic. Being tricked into believing things that are not real. I even decided to learn it for myself. I got so good that I managed to trick myself into believing we would work. The feeling you gave me was so magical, I should have realized it to be fake. You got under my sheets then vanished, as if you were never there, to begin with. I played it off thinking you would pop up somewhere else like it was one of my tricks, but you never did. Left searching alone for so long, I grew tired and impatient. I have lost my love for magic even though I still managed to be tricked. I have learned I was never a magician, just a jester playing the fool.
I sit before this bottle trapped in paralyzing fear Remembering a prophecy once told to me in a previous year An Oracle once said to me that upon my endeavors I'd find a Genie To not be fooled and that I must think freely That I'd be her master but really her servant To proceed with caution and be vigilantly observant That she'll try to trick me into falling in love And under her magic I'd be blindly trapped of That she'd look like the woman of my dreams far more beautiful than a model But you can't marry a Genie even if you polish the bottle It's been over a century since the last time she was active From the bottle to which she's eternally held captive That I wouldn't ask for my wishes to be made real But instead with her I'd attempt to strike a deal I tried to throw it away But it found its way back to me I tried to move away But its like the bottle only followed me Seems I have no other option but to fulfill this prophecy With that lingering fear that she'll get the best of me
Golden autumn greets us with a cool wind, crisp leaves, browning foliage, and barren trees. We set forth, creating memories sweet. Pillowcases of candy; running noses, and tired feet. Venturing home, as midnight draws near. We gather under blankets with flashlights and fear. Family slumbers, fast asleep. A night of tricks, and many treats.
Life's not gonna wait for you. So tell me, what are you waiting for? If you want to chase your dreams, Pick yourself up off the floor. The frustration and fear bringing tears to your eyes Will give you the strength to get what you want. Just keep your eyes on the prize. We've all got things we want to do But let our heads fill with doubt The trick is to listen to your heart and drown all the other voices out. What you do with your time is something only you can choose. But even if you fall, tell me what you have to lose.