magic

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once we hit that age

we are told and learn that magic

magic, it's all a lie

a fairy tale that's just that

make believe 

but since when was that true?

isn't their magic in our creativities

executed from deep within our hearts?

it must be magic

for how else could a combination of sounds

ink spilt right on a page

or a series of movement in the right order

twist our guts

pull at the corner of our lips 

and make us cry

tuggung at the emotion within us?

and what about chemicals?

surely you cannot deny the magic

in changing something as small as

temperature 

or combining powders and liquids

resulting in something new 

what isn't magic in the act

of producing something completely new

out of a substance it's not?

like a rabbit out of a hat

because creation is magic

magic has always existed

it's the laugh of a child

it will spark the memories of younger times

it creates the smile on your face

it's the footsteps of them leaving

that pulls the tears out of your eyes

creating the connotations for the future

when you will hear that song

and crumble to the floor with a lump in your throat

where do you think that passion comes from?

when we scream and throw our fists?

don't tell me it's not a miracle 

that we don't have to touch another

in order to hurt them most 

in order to hurt them the most 

magic is always in us

it always has been

humans are magic 

you cannot deny it if you take a step back at the world

look what we've created

in a slip of time

we are earthbound, slow creatures

yet we take to the skies

breathe in wonder underwater

where we should drown

we humans bleed emotions and 

we humans can conjure up

entire worlds from our imagination 

and using just words and our voice

we can connect to characters 

that don't even exist 

we can change the world in a fraction 

and create ones from scratch in an instant

we hold passion, compassion 

an outstretched hand

we've always possessed magic within us 

yet only some of us choose to believe 


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