Before I bestow Your dreams Upon you . . . There's a warning That I must give . . . Be careful What you wish for . . . Nature is full of tricks That even I Couldn't conjure . . . So be careful what you Wish for . . . And make sure You're very sure:
"I want it all"
The genie held his hand out To offer her her wish . . . But in his palm Not a speck was seen . . . Like he'd played on her A trick He vanished into the aether Where his cackling...
Isn't it funny I could lay it all out Right before her . . . Every quip, scheme And maneuver In my little book Of tricks . . . Still it works Like a charm . . . And isn't that The biggest trick Of all?
For what Is it all? A question asked From a sheltered Past: While those less fortunate Fight hard To maintain The livelihoods of their beloved... The question Still Remains... For what Do I struggle And suffer This pain?
Her eyes Are like the flames Of a drone's strike - She set me on fire, too In my immolation I seared with hope And not pain Like they felt death I felt life, She took my soul, Theirs were Stolen away...
In her eyes I see life And wish... In the abyss They see death And pray.