Magic

They used to tell me about magic.

All the wonderful things it produced.

The sparkles and the tricks,

The innocence it depicts,

But mostly all the love it introduced.

I used to search for magic.

Day in, and day out I wandered.

I looked within movies and books,

In crannies and nooks,

Its actual existence I never pondered.

I used to dream about magic.

Wondering when I would get my super power.

When I would breathe underwater,

Which monster I’d slaughter,

The normal world appearing just too dour.

I began to doubt magic.

As I got older and bigger.

For its appearance I had waited,

Until reality could not be debated,

What was its trigger?

I started to forget about magic.

I traded its true meaning for reality.

Gone were the desires I dreamed,

Almost suddenly it seemed,

Until I lost the magic in me.