Magic

Magic

Magic is in the way a magician can make something disappear.
It is in the way he can guess an impossible answer straight from your head.
It is in the way he cannot be bound by handcuffs, or anything else.

But do you want to know something?

Magic is in how you can wake up every morning and take in the artwork of nature.
Magic is in the way a person can choose who they want to be, and work to get there.
And magic is in the way a 80 year old couple could look each other in the eyes, smile, say they love each other...
... And mean it.

Go. Escape from your handcuffs.

Be magical.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is an old poem I wrote about two years ago when I used to do magic on a constant basis. (Yes, I'm a magician. xD)