Names are plenty, thoughts are abundantSoft and delicate like a feather Flammable lava under the molten matterTransparent like waterOpaque like rockI am a Genie of sortsListening to your wish for the time to stopI cast a spell by whispering acrossClose your eyes for the magic dust to dropBreathe in the magical spellGet addicted to the dreams and desires, if you willFor the spell will be washed away soonSoon you will wish for a new moonThe sun will cast its shadow at lastI will be me and you will be you away from the pastForgive the spell, forget the dream dustYou can’t blame them nor can you trustI will be me and you will be youMagical dust will settle, And the world will be again true