Make the notes appear from my mind
the sound in my ears - all in time
and the words will almost rhyme
from another space
falls into place
and everything will work out just fine
Twisted into shape
Moulded to take form
isolated, fabricated
a moment is born
another page torn
It's your trick
the one you perfected
you showed me years ago
but never gave it a thought
I didn't realise
I watched and learned
was spellbound
until the tide turned
Dreams became dreams
Reality became life
Life left it all behind
and never asked any questions
nor gave any answers
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