Can't catch it
It's back there behind the mirror
Night comes and there is a spot where no shadow should be
there's mischief
Open the door and shut it
Something is outside waiting to get in
Get it's luck
Get it's wonder
The leaves are blown by the wind
and it speaks
The clouds rebound and the sky smiles
Something falls off the counter
What was that
some sort of voice coming out of the cupboard
All is calm no one questions these things
I relish a glimpse of the supernatural
So I smile and trip it up
In the mind when you are the sleeper
Catch up to it they tell me
Dream it they urge me
And pretend it's yours, even if it's not.
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