15 November 2012
I could stick back together
The frayed ends,
Tether myself to
My former life and you
With rope and chain
And superglue,
If for I minute I thought
It could be different,
But I know it would lead
To a grand finale,
A public spectacle
Of just what I can't be,
So you can
Lock me in a chest,
Lead weight around my waist,
Belts, buckles, padlocks,
Fifty foot drop,
If you think it can stop me;
Thing is I'm Houdini
When it comes to escaping
From your reality,
Just count to three...
Houdini • Opuss № I