A Writer's Soul

Is it always like this?
Shock and wonder, draw in the crowd,
Single out the hopeful and innocent,
Do you attract and dazzle,
Wave stars in front of my eyes, keeping them skyward,
While you rob me of my sense, uprooting my heart and mind,
Grounded to the clouds now,
I float above the clouds,
Where the magic glimmers with the stars,
Awed and mesmerized.
The clouds sway, slow and fast at the same time,
And I’m lost in the whirlwind you create with your talents.
I feel I’ve lost before I even played all my cards,
The magic faded when I blinked,
And all I’m left with is the hearts and diamonds falling to the dirt.

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