The Illusionist

Birds in Row

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.