Magician

With my bare hands
I turn smoke into pleasure.
A trick where
Under the weather, I'm washing distress
Off my dry face.

(Clever)

Where there's smoke, there's fire.
As the flames reach higher, and higher,
And higher—
It becomes increasingly more obvious
How short I actually am.

Push the lever

Or be pulling strings
Interwoven with daze and confusion
As they set ablaze.
Thru the woes and flings,
To the saving grace!

However