In a world unlike the one you hail,
from the time your eyes awake and rise,
up until the dark takes up all the space,
between is the time to which you feel out
Side is real enough to touch and feel
It still yet remains a scene that feels unlike
Your own imagination it finds the magic it sought
out of this world into the hopeful lies waste away
the day has come to an end and the sun is down
under your skin, your bones, your blood you know
there must be magic because if not the why
would God create our lids to open up each morning?