We all are unique magicians

From a painter to a nurse
To a poet that writes a verse
We create it in our own way
To brighten up somebody's day

We may all not have mind blowing tricks
Though our goodness still sticks
Our efforts never go unnoticed
And we don't make use of hypnosis

We all are created for a specific use
Each with our own personal muse
We all are unique magicians
And we will fulfill our missions

I drove down the
roads I had driven
5000 times
but I could not recognise them
each street light,
each white line,
even the crescent in the sky,
they were all strangers to me.
These roads they were foreign;
then I wept.
For it is terrifying to be aware
while you lose your mind.