Our version of the story was that the man himself then vanished Along with the tree Who knows what actually happened? How does he do it? I'm afraid I still don't know I would like to continue with an examination, of time From the moment we enter this life, we are in the flow of it We measure it and we mark it We cannot defy it Have we not each experienced the sensation that a beautiful moment seemed to pass too quickly? And wished that we could make it linger? Or felt time slow on a dull day We cannot even speed it up or, slow it down Or can we? Everything that you have seen, is an illusion I apologise if I've given you any false hope My intention has only been to entertain Nothing more It's a trick It's not real How does he do it? I'm afraid I still don't know