Nothing makes sense like it used to
The bird song doesn't always mean spring
The woods don't always whisper secrets
Not every watery cave houses a mermaid
Not every locket has a picture that tells a story
Movies are not real
But
Magic is
Maybe not every map will lead to treasure
But some do
And not all emotions are tied to weather
But some are
Rocks should not go in your mouth
But they are pretty
Not candy,
But still pretty
The thing is,
Magic is only fake when you stop believing in it.
Small things
Setting a goal
And achieving it
Can be a little bit like magic
Can't it?
I got my degree
Recently
And I can't stop
Feeling
Like that makes me
Lesser some how
I know
Confusing, right?
Thing is,
I'm not done
I haven't "won" yet
But let's try to find the magic in it
Shall we?
Let's see,
I did the work
I did my time
And god did it take my time away
Like
Like a creature that steals time
And rhymes
And everything I need for my soul
To grow
But now I am stunted
My parter says I am just educationally jet lagged
And maybe they are right
Maybe my bags got lost in the terminal
Maybe they went on an adventure of their own
Maybe I should not have left them alone
So long
My other partner says I just need to make some art again
Feed my soul
And they are probably right
Maybe my pictures leap off the canvas at night
And walk around stealing color
Form all the beautiful things
And put it back by the time my alarm clock rings
Maybe I need to stop asking questions
And start listening
I wonder how much singing I will hear
If I just stopped talking
And took it all in
The tough part,
Is that my head is so god damned full
And so fucking sick
Of learning
I just need to rest
Shocker, I'm bad at that
Like a fae stole my ability to sleep when they asked me how I was and I said "tired"
Now I can't rest
Anyway
I have a paper that says I'm smart now
A magic piece of paper
That tells all that this human
Is to be respected
To be feared
To be understood
I don't know what it all means
I don't think I ever could
It's like a special wizard scroll
Or a prophecy foretold
Ages ago
That one chosen person
Would one day wield a magic pen
And do incredible feats of labor
Or that they would understand everything
Be the worlds savior
Now they are distant
And need every moment to savor
Maybe it's all caper
To steal the largest jewel I can favor
Or a barber with just the right razor
Or a juice box with just the right flavor
Or a perfect lawn with the perfect neighbor
Or a legend, and greatest player
Nah.
it's just a piece of paper
