Sleight of Hand.

As I walk towards work again,
You’ve been set free upon the world.
All I gave was for that purpose.
I never wrote myself into your life.
Except for your Meet & Greet.
My fate altered,
By a sleight of hand.

So, I packed up, walking away.
Within my art you’ll find me.
And what was freely given.
And what was set aside.
And what I can do.

My heart is within all I gave away.
My pseudo façade hides my sadness.
You had a chance to perform my art.
When the light of reality greets you,
You’ll finally meet me.

As I return walking from work again,
You’ve been let go, my unrealized dream.
I kept what I created to myself.
God knows the power of dreaming.
I’ve encased my life within it.
Determined to heal myself.

My art shall drive you crazy,
Because I held back my love,
Out of my needs.
My fate altered,
By a sleight of hand.

Money can’t buy you my love babe.
Money isn’t really my pot of gold.
As I let you go, I gave it to myself.
The love I have for life itself.
Perhaps you’ll finally see.
That I gave you my life,
For a moment in time.
Framed for an eternity.
So long as there’s life.
So long as there’s life.
So long as there's life.