There are skeletons in my closet,
There’s an elephant in the room;
There’s something in the air and water;
Whispers spread as blue evening blooms
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I sit cross-legged in the corner
On the floor, where my fevered dreams
Lie before me, dissected, rotting,
Magic stolen from them – by me
/
So I cut and paste back together
Mountain peaks, bullrings, oceans, ice
Smiling faces, well-wishes, curses,
Universities, slums, loves, lies…
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And the skeletons in my closet
Start to dance to forgotten chants
And the elephant kneels before me;
Smiling, we travel through my past
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To the time I believed in magic
And knew how to fulfil a dream;
Watching myself change, scared, I notice
That I’ve grown tired, cold and meek