Running through my mind

Standard

I swallow water
Half a glass
And I take off
I race towards you
I can’t catch you
But I will
As you cross
Traverse
And stampage through
For so long
I will keep pace with you
I will embrace you
Because it’s you
That’s been running through my mind

The Illusionist

Standard

He says
I can make anything disappear.
I say
Try loneliness.
Well, he continues
I can make things fly.
I whisper
Try the human spirit.
He retorts
I can saw a man in half; pull a rabbit out of a hat.
How about pulling out desire? I say
I can pull a flower from your ear, he gasps.
Real love doesn’t work that way. I respond.
You can keep your tricks a secret.
Well, in reality the human race finds out.