Magic comes from the hearts of curiosity.
The “what ifs” of the peoples soul.
Magic is the place where hope originates.
The“some how”,
The some way,
The defying the odds,
The impossible,
Or maybe,
It comes from the foolish
The illusion.
The lies,
The ignorance.
Perhaps magic comes from the fools within us.
The spin of the tables,
The rabbits that never came out of the hat.
The people who weren’t ever that noticed,
So they decided to make a coin appear from behind your ear
Just to make them ask
“how?”
So we could feel human again.
So we could get up on stage,
Take a huge bow,
And receive the applause we never received.
Maybe magic comes not from good intentions,
But a sinister plot to rule the world,
One trick at a time.
What if magic was the reality the wanderers hoped for.
Could we be living our lives wrong?
Magic being real,
And reality being fake,
Mirrors as lies,
The snake being god.
And our lives
An entire simulation.
Just magic
Right?