What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

 

What dreams

that were true

have been lost

in our rush

 

What metaphorical

tails were true

what fairy tales

were real

 

What happened

to the knowledge

of our hearts

the understanding

of our souls

 

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

 

How lost have

we become

and what became

of what we

lost

 

How hard have

our minds become

so over grown

with our knowing

 

So sure in

our knowing

that we know

not that we

know so little

 

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

 

That only in

the story given

to our children

do exists the

echos of our past

 

the silent cry

of magic wanting

to be herd

 

lend an ear

if you will it

to be different