Eyes closed tight seeking the dream
Invites in the dark stream inside my head
To fill up on what hides from my view
HIdes from where my choices begin
The conjure gives resistance to my magic
Not for the lack of pictures that script
Unedited flick stripes of what is and isn’t
What was and might have been
That film rises up in un-provoke stimulation
The simulation of how life gets spent
Like it’s bent and folded up currency
And I’m looking for those images of change
Eyes closed tight awake to a dream sequence
Dark holds no gloom as it always find some light
My wand gives bright a new message
Waiting made the hidden promise seen
Sleep had nothing to do with this out of the hat
The cloak of invisibility was mine in the first place
No one else can lace this fabric of life together
It’s my story of mystery and magic
