Time, the Magician; Destiny, the hidden prop

He has lured us to the show,

With quirk and charisma,

And we all sit, waiting for him

To pull out whatever is in the hat.

It could be rabbit ears, as they usually are,

But if so, this is not a white bunny…

Maybe it’s a cat, because I like cats;

I’m not sure the thing has whiskers…

Is it a carpet? That’s crazy, I make rugs—

Maybe rugs will be cool in the future,

But why would there be a rug in the hat,

And why do I guess, just to always be wrong?

I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show…