Making a fool of the wisest of men,
Carrying secrets and thousands of tricks,
Capturing imagination in my own den.
I am a magician, no one believes me,
However amazing my tricks maybe,
I am a showman, this is my marquee,
Where cheated eyes shine with glee.
I am the keeper of a small secret,
The secret that keeps me going,
Once if revealed I shall regret,
Because seeds of doom i shall be sowing.
Children watching me with dropping jaws,
As their parents point to them all my flaws,
I become a joke, people laugh at me,
I am a magician, no one believes me.
In memory of the movie 'The Prestige'...
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