Slight of Sleight

I wonder if I could save myself

From all these fragile miracles

What I wouldn't give

Or let be taken

To not be the still boy

So easily shaken

Walking uphill

Struggling in ways I solely can

Pushing a soul of stone

Like I'm Sisyphus

But with a better plan

So I steal, and harbor, and then retreat

I lock up my house

Shut the doors and windows

And hide all my keys

Only to be found out 

By some beautiful thief

And behind my barricade

Of lost wandering

Somehow you'll find me

And manage to steal my everything