I clear a space for my mind	
As shade covers my timeless eyes	
There is no cape to wrap up the blackness
Eradicate the sadness or pack away the madness	
As lackadaisical as a Sunday afternoon	
Filled with funnies and cartoons with a blend of MF DOOM	
While imagination blooms like animal balloons	
Somewhere else not too far there is a room
Where the forgotten sing a tune	
Of blues and yellow bruises
Few kids grow up with no influence	
It’s not what I’m used to	
More fuchsia than cactus	
But what this lacks is mathematics	
Fibonacci couldn’t hack this	
Our brains have turned to gadgets	
This tiny apparatus now controls the savage	
Out the blue it came to me so I crafted a little magic

A Little Magic (Spoken Word)

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