Hocus Focus

The edges are frayed
Abandoned to the breeze
The temptations are many
To turn your head with ease

But not that one most alluring
Its source found from deep within
Guided by your acorn’s truth
Only it knows from where to begin

Hocus Focus: the acorn’s desire
Dismisses the haze, revealing its spell
Clarity of vision, drowns out all other sounds
No more past on which to dwell