Magic
You think you see it, but you don’t,
You think you’ll find it, but you won’t.
It’s not quite meant for any eye,
It whispers truth, it doesn’t lie,
You make it laugh, it starts to cry,
You give it life, it starts to die.
It’s the spark that lights your soul,
It’s the earth that fills the hole.
You chase it down, it disappears,
You give up hope, it reappears.
It fills your mind with many questions,
To witch answers are suggestions.
You like the game, it doesn’t play,
You try to win, it fades away.
It’s always giving you a smile,
That stretches out for half a mile.