Art & Illusion - Twelfth Night

Magic man said

«You know my dear

You are living inside a dream

Believing the things I do

Are what they seem

Life is a trick that runs too quick

For a volunteer from the crowd

The volunteers only see

What’s been allowed»

The players practice to deceive

With paper flowers none perceive

Disappearing down the top hat corridors

Art and illusion

The magic show won’t let you go

Magicians rehearse

Their sleights of hand

They slip money bags up their sleeves

They saw you in half

And then they turn to leave

Tricks of the trade

The ball games played

By the jugglers centre stage

Carefully handed down from age to age

Conclusions made conclusions leapt

Impressions lost and overstepped

Shadows hide the truth

With nobody the wiser

They’re only trying to tell your lies

Trying to make you compromise

To leave reality completely up to them