Should you too breathe in air but want for peace,
Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick;
And maybe we'll perform a magic trick.
When speed takes over and control has ceased,
And wellness takes the form of what is sick;
Should you too breathe in air but want for peace,
Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick.
Unlikely for an answer to release
Itself spontaneously from our wick,
At least we can be lighter for a tick.
Should you too breathe in air but want for peace,
Then seek me in the room where smoke is thick;
And maybe we'll perform a magic trick.