Magic Show

Time disappears in the universe's magic show,
but is never found again at the bottom of a hat.
With a grin on his face, the masked magician
saws hearts in two, only to mend the parts.
You all clap when it's someone else on stage,
but secretly wish you had more of a role.
The smoke occasionally makes us all sick
but we endure to see more of the show,
just when we thought it might have ended
because we all, for some reason, hate finality.
We don't like what we see in the mirrors
and squint to distort the image before us.
Now, we can see the others around us,
calling and clapping like monkeys at the zoo-
and it's not just them; this is me and you, too.
Sink back into the red seat, hide our red cheeks
and watch the rest of the event disappear.