Could this be the magic
The one that last

Arisen above the past
Sitting in a flying hovercraft
Just a draft

This feels mistique-ly driven
By the energy it has given
The electrical safe house
We aren't one mouse

.•driven to sustain
We walk and dance in the rain
Moving like magenta in a train•.

To not rely, to not cry but look up in sky
You told me, being shy