Mister Wizard what is magical
Do I have to be radical
Or even fanatical
I just hate to be practical
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I try to feed my head
With books actually read
So many miles I’ve tread
Unneeded worries shed
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But I feel just the same
Did I overshoot my aim
Nobody but me to blame
This journey is not a game
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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
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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
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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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