The Mind Is A Magician

Poem By James Edwards

The mind is a magician
With tricks to tease
But why isn't simple,
For a simple man's ease?
If changed my chance
Then is the creator gone?
If built to last
Was the dice just a pawn?

Yet, If sense is not common
Then the magic is false.
Created my wise men
Whose instruments were flawed.

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