The magic stays,
Even though you walked your own way,
I can still make the flowers bloom.
And you thought you were the only one who could,
You truly felt I couldn’t touch you,
My fingers can sift through the space time fabric,
I learnt that trick,
While you tried to hide it
In the blinding lights
Of that stage of yours.
You sit through my show,
And laugh at my fallacy,
While I know I’m right.
I know I would get it this time.
You stand there like a prude,
Wishing I never knew you.
‘Cause I shall surpass you.
I will catch up…
Even when you scamper
Through that speedway you can’t die again on.