Houdini was Slippery at Best

You were playing with my hair

And I got poked with a lizard pin

We spoke a little of Houdini

Then I swept the sighs under rug



You could not get out of the box

Layered and stuffed with ego

Performing tricks for the crowd

Never revealing what you've done



Is it fear of loss or something more

Afraid your intelligence will falter

That the shackles that bind you

Are the only thing that make you?



There's no truth in your keys and smoke

Miracles will be chased 'till the novelty is gone

Remember you suffocate if you move too slow

Another thing I swept under rug

...whytt*06