What makes one believe in magic?
Is it the old soul or the child-like in spirit?
Is it unveiled by someone so enchanting?
Or is it something the universe conspires for us to believe?
How can one experience magic?
Does one escape and wander
To come upon something new?
But why do they say it’s like coming home
After searching for so long?
How do you hold on to magic?
Do you hold it closely so it forever remains?
Do you throw it to the heavens for those who care to see?
Do you keep it a secret that no one can name?
But can we really say what is magic?
Can we define it or is it beyond words?
Does it come with the blowing wind or fireworks?
Or do we stumble upon it in the dirt?