The Illusionist

With my hands ties up and my body sinking into the sea.

I’ll still escape from this. Put me in a box, and I

disappear, I’m the illusionist. Beware of you pockets,

I’m not the one who can be trusted. Just a pretender what

you are sure to see, what I give you to believe. A wall

of smoke to hide the fact that I don’t even believe in

magic. But the important thing is to show people way more

than you know. With a hand moving and good piece of

plastic ill make you believe in anything. And I already

love the image of myself you reflect every night of my

life, I’m fake it seems I like it.