Star Dust (Uh... For all I know I could have been born in 2111 / Loonytown (It's an awesome place, right between Candyland and the Strawberry Forest))
What is magic exactly?
Is it imagination?
Is it a higher technology?
Is it a solution?
It’s beyond what we know,
So are we not profound enough to understand it?
Isn’t that why we’re scared of it?
Why people tell you it’s not real?
But it is real,
It’s all around you,
It’s in nature and civilization,
It’s a starry night and a sun lit day,
It’s something unbelievable,
A happy ending,
Just look around you, you might find it,
Believe in it, and it shall come, but not necessary in the way you predicted.
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