magic?

i sit and watch the world outside
watch the butterflies passing by
listening to the music in my head,
pretending this movie will have a happy end

blinking in and out of days
trying to figure out this maze
of life, of love, of mysteries
makes you wonder what is history


the wind whispers softly,
of memories long ago
the skies sing of stories,
of lovers; high and lo
of servants, eager to please
those stories which would bring you to your knees

never give up;
and never let them see you cry
always pretend that you are tough
even if you feel like you should die


there's magic everywhere...