The Magician
Hands moving in mysterious ways,
Setting on watchers eyes ablaze.
Suspense and wonder
Force them to ponder
The truth to his tricks.
He moves with continuous grace,
Concealing in his sleeve the ace,
Letting them believe their doubt
And keeping their faith devout.
A smile dances on his lips
As he finishes his tricks,
And the crowd stands,
Clapping their hands
Trying to figure out the riddle.
They think it through,
Knowing that they knew,
But denying it's existence,
Holding fact at a distance
Because the simplicity disappoints.
The reality is that man's sleight of hand
Is hope that something more grand
Than a human being subsists,
Because if we were alone,
Thinking we possesed the royal throne,
Wouldn't that be more disappointing
Than the simplicity of a magician's trick?