The Magic


You hear that sound tapping in your head once again
You feel the fire burning, you rustle out a pen
Everything else fades away, you have to get this done
Your artwork down on canvas, your paintbrush weighs a ton
The hammer bangs down, a nail slots into place
You see it coming together, you’re staring into space
The key turns in the engine, the beast begins to roar
But then it chucks and stops, it needs a little more
The rhythm pulls you in, now you can feel the flow
It travels through your fingertips, its sound is soft like snow
You feel the power in your feet, you run with all your might
Eyes fixated, your target is now in sight

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