Master of Illusion

i'm a magician, a master of illusion

i've gotten so good at hiding in plain sight

that no one questions the little cracks that show in the sun light

the dark clouds that scatter through the sky threatening rain

they by pass the shadows they cast on the ground

they just blame the trees

you could never see me for what i was

all you saw was the surface, the easy waves

you couldn't feel the strong current since you never went into the water

you never dove deep enough to see underneath

to see what lives and breathes at rock bottom

the secrets that couldn't survive if they met the air

i can't see the way you look at me, like i'm the sun

that i hold the power to light your world, to keep you warm

when i don't even have the power to do that for myself

and when i try to tell you that I will leave you with frostbite in a second ice age

trying to build a fire all you will see are endless miles of snow

and the foot prints of those who came before

i wish you could understand that I am the moon

only bright because i'm taking the light of others

and you're just lucky enough to only see me when i am full

if you could only see me when i'm at half or a sliver of what you know me as

maybe then you would understand

maybe then you'd see me

i'm a magician, a master of illusion

and i want to hang up my hat and take off my cape

but the crowd keeps screaming my name asking for an encore

and i'm just standing in the in between, being pulled in in both directions

and you're sitting front row, willing to toss me roses if I perform

threatening to leave if i don't