Illusions

In your mothers garden
a refuge from disease
there you sit and wonder
'bout nature's mysteries

Deus ex machina
an apple fall from the tree

A man with bowler hat
elusive but copied a lot
All we see is obscuring something else
his face is hidden partly well

Deus ex machina
an apple fall to the ground

reach inside your pocket
and bring forth the device
this surely changed our habits
I rarely look you in the eyes
anymore

Deus ex machina
an apple turned the world around