Nonsense 72 Poem by Phil Soar

It took a while for me to Visualise
That I could vanish right before your eyes
I'm not some good Magician
Or a wayward odd physician
Just a bloke who fails at everything he tries

So when I tell you that I'm gone
But then you see me later on
It's because perhaps I wasn't there at all
If you imagine I'm not there
Take a seat, pull up a chair
While I stare at my magic crystal ball

It's the future that I see
Except it doesn't include me
As I've vanished without every really trying
And though you've paid my rate
For all the time you've had to wait
And I've never known just what I've been implying