So this is it.

This is the gift.

My pillow is a sack of crumbling bricks.

I get the gist.

I catch the drift.

Who I am, and what I’m here to give.

I’ve seen the light.

And it’s alright.

If one with eyes like mine can feel the bite

Of iron teeth.

They cut like knives.

Shredding through the fabric of an unsuspecting life.

But I’m here to catch the drift and ride the wave again.

And you can come along, or you can stay.

But if I don’t look back, don’t call my name again.

I’ve got to go, I’ve got to turn the page.

I get the gist.

I catch the drift.

The reason for this power, for this gift.

I’ve seen the light.

And it’s alright.

By these words, you’ll have my soul for all of time.

But not for me.

Not for my life.

For any child believing magic is alive.

But I’m here to show you what I have to bring again

And you can turn away, or you can look.

But don’t expect to catch the rolling wave again,

I’m on a brand new chapter, in another book.