What have I got myself in

My mind a magician

So is this real or just a show

Where do I go to get away

I stray from reality

Writing a fog in the sea

I'm only left with me

I don't like what I see

I try to deceive

Pull this pen from my sleeve

Change how I perceive

Hope of relief

Find grief

This is not me

This not who I hope to be

But I still reach in my hat

Still wave a wand

Only I see my sleight of hand

So others don't understand

Nothing to do with stones or sticks

It's because a magician never reveals his tricks