There's a fight for purpose,
In this world, so small
But so far and wide.
We discover love, but
What is true love.
Have you looked hard enough.
Have you gone to edges of the earth
For the one.
Or by the convenience of location
Is she the one for you.
We create magic,
In art, music, and dance.
The beauty of it.
The arrogance and sultry sex of it all
But still we search
For magic, more than love.
An outside world.
Why do we go to depths
And lengths to send a message
To show the truth
When the truth just is
What is magic?
What is logic?
There would be no need for science,
No need for logic,
Because if it were all logic,
It wouldn't be logic,
It would just be.
Truth.
We crave, or rather I crave
For the innocence
To lie there and breath
And not to feel a need for strength.
To just accept and see the wonders of the world.
Aren't you in awe
Look at God around us
We've created life from our hands
Look at this living
Society, culture, taboos
Boundaries.
This is life.
We are the creators of a life.
Isn't it beautiful.
This magic.
Ha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem