Believe in the Magic!

I was born and raised in a magic time.

 In a magic town.

 Among magicians.

 Most everybody else didn't realize we 

 live in a web of magic.

 But I knew it all along.

 You know, I do believe in magic.

 I was born and raised in a magic time.

 In a magic town among magicians.

 Most everybody else didn't realize we

 lived in a web of magic.

 Connected by the silver filaments of 

 chance and circumstance.

 See this is my opinion, we all start out

 knowing magic, we are born with 

 whirlwinds, forest fires and comets

 inside us.

 We are born able to sing to birds and

 read clouds.

 And see our destiny in grains of sand.

 But then we get the magic

 educated right out of our souls.

 We get it churched out, spanked out,

 washed out and combed out.

 We get put on the straight and narrow, 

 and told to be responsible.

 Told to act our age, and you know why we 

 were told that?

 Because the people doing the telling were

 afraid of our wildness and youth.

 And because the magic we knew made them

 ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed

 to wither in themselves.

 After you go so far away from it, you 

 can't really get it back.

 You can have seconds of it, just seconds

 of knowing and remembering.

 When people get weepy at movies, its 

 because in that dark theater, that golden

 pool of magic is touched, just briefly.

 Then they come out into the hard sun of 

 logic and reason again, and it dries up.

 And there left feeling a little heart

 sad and not knowing why.

 When a song stirs a memory,

 When motes of dust turning in a shaft

 of light takes your attention from the 

 world.

 When you listen to a train passing

 on a track at night in the distance

 and you wonder where it might be

 going.

 You step beyond who you are and

 where you are.

 For the briefest of instants, 

 you have stepped into the magic realm.

 That's what I believe.