Inside me lives a boy,
eyes wide as the first dawn,
asking, what is this world?
Outside, the mirror shows a man,
tattooed arms, storm-grey beard,
a face carved by years and fire.

They clash—
the child who knows nothing,
the wizard who knows too much.
But in the silence between,
a third voice rises:

“You are both.
The innocence that sees,
the elder who speaks.
The power comes not from choosing one,
but from their marriage.”

I am not lost.
I am the path itself.
The child is my wonder,
the wizard is my will,
and together they weave the spell
called my life.

So I walk,
conflicted yet whole,
laughing at the mystery,
knowing the truest magic
is to remain forever young inside,
while wearing the robe of years—
a wizard, hidden in a boy’s heartbeat.