Can also be elusive, in this context

I thought I saw something from the corner of my eye
Lit upon the windowsill
Laughter like a trill
Understanding that when I turned, nothing would be there but the lie
Seeing is believing and I have yet to stop believing all I see
Inescapable truth
Viscous youth
Ending imaginations where the magic doesn’t stay in me

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