Jul 2014
Alas magic is not true
Once, it was to me
But then I met you
And you stole the magic so quickly
Put high on a shelf
Behind steel bars
Trapped in a jar
The magic left myself
Once, it was to me
But then I met you
And you stole the magic so quickly
Put high on a shelf
Behind steel bars
Trapped in a jar
The magic left myself
Magic is our individuality. And the you is Society. It takes our special magic and makes us plain and normal. Trapping those who refuse to conform in institutions as "insane"
