I look around to find a face I can see somewhere along the crack perfectly in line like a symphony. Placing my heart into another's hand is always a part of my magic, Cause sometimes it leaves me sunk like the titanic. Yet here I am with hat and cane walking through these doors, Doing my usual daily routines like its my life's chores. But yet this is odd my head is pulled out of a hat, By a human like rabbit as the crowd applauds from their mat.