A Little Magic (Spoken Word)

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