You'Re So Vain

"You probably think this poem is about you" Like a game of chess I must strategize my every move You're playing with my senses Making me question myself Your Outrageous declarations Bamboozle me I want to believe your words of wonder My heart hears what my mind cannot fathom. What is there? Behind the smoke and mirrors that you use the capture your prey Lies the wizard You said you'd grant the wishes if I brought you back the witches broom, but now that I have you won't let me collect my reward