a criss angel believe poem

Illusions so beautiful, Puzzling to the mind, Magic filled with passion, Let mystery unwind, Gasping mouths, Lungs protruding with air, Wonders of how it's been done, Strange feelings yet no sign of despair. Crowd gathers around, A few meeting their worst fear, As one by one they scream, For their worst dreams appear. A million pounds, Gone with a flash, Being set on fire, No burns, No ash. "Pick a card, any card" For their favorite card they'll find, On the first try you correctly guess, It's as if you've read their mind. You'd crush glass through tables, Just to watch others be confused, You'd drive famous peoples cars blind, Just to be amused. Now there's the crazy things, Of which some think may be fake, That you're hooked to cords, World records are what your trying to make. Some people think their lying, When that simple question you ask "Have we ever met before?" Then you do your complicated task. Some people are deceptive, Because they think 'another reality freak' Being someone he really isn't They think you aren't unique. Watching reruns day by day, Mistakes they may try to find, Or maybe even hints, That happen to be left behind. But those remaining people Absolutely love you to death The magic that you do, Just takes away their breath Adults who want some magic, Along with their boring, working lives, Would like to do what you do, Or maybe even juggle knives. Some of those teens Who don't think they're good enough They take your magic and learn Although it may be rough. Those little kids Who want to fly, Are deeply inspired, And your the reason why. I am one of those people Who knows you would never decieve, Because of this one little tiny reason, You make me believe