Magic Potion

Mister Wizard what is magical

Do I have to be radical

Or even fanatical

I just hate to be practical

I try to feed my head

With books actually read

So many miles I’ve tread

Unneeded worries shed

But I feel just the same

Did I overshoot my aim

Nobody but me to blame

This journey is not a game

Drink the potion was the easy way

Unless this craziness is here to stay

The looking glass would never lie

You’re number one in the mind’s eye

Is that you in the vision?

Or a youer version of precision

A piper handed me the check

It’s expensive to be a wreck

We keep searching for the cure

Promises of perfection are the lure

We want perpetual sunshine

But cannot leave the shoreline


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