constant up and downs
like we're looking to find
but never actually found
that peaceful inner place
but maybe that inner space
isn't exactly a space
we were ever meant to find.
Maybe we were meant to find
it in someone else
a simple beg for help
a simple cry or yelp,
it's magical.
But maybe magic wasn't
ever meant to be found
in ourselves but in others.
We've found food from our mothers,
caught fights with our brothers
taught love to others
and even frowned upon fathers.
Maybe magic isn't something inside us,
maybe magic is inside people that we love,
the strength to lift a heavy car
or leap tall buildings in a single jump
maybe the only way to rise is up
and maybe we can only do it by love,
but life is full of maybes
and in December, bees seem to disappear,
maybe to never reappear
but the sting will always be there.
One thing we can be certain
is that we can always find magic
in someone else
and at most times,
a little inkling of magic
is left in ourselves.

Let's realise that happiness isn't magic,
it just feels magical
and maybe we can spread this magic,
because maybe's exist in our world.
We may not be all wizards or witches
but lets try to cast a little happiness
to the ones we love.