Sleight Of Hand

I'm a projector, that's all I am.
The picture you see, is simply a scam.
The voice that you hear, is put on for show
The true man I fear, was lost long ago.

A mere sleight of hand, is all that it took,
to dazzle you all, and then keep you hooked.
The confidence seen, is just a facade
I fake it and guess what, it wasn't that hard.

You may feel a fool, and I'm not surprised
'Cause I pulled the wool, over your eyes.

I'm an imposter, a trick of the eye.
A wolf in sheeps clothing, that passes you by.
A simple illusion, a loveable rogue
That constant intrusion, that steals the show.

You may think it cruel, to wear a disguise
And lower the wool, over your eyes
Over your eyes.

A popular tool, that no one applies
For fear that the wool, covers their eyes.