Magic
the magic is lost,
once the trick is explained
and you never measure the cost
just the strain
the magic is not the explanation
rather the not knowing,
the beauty of the situation
the fact it is unexplained
and of course the magic is you
it is me,
it is the world that we weave
and it is the things we see
it is idealistic and unreasonable
but it always follows the flow
you could say it is seasonable
the magic is lost,
once the trick is explained
and if it is not an arrow,
then at least it is a shot
but in this situation you feel no pain
just the magic,
which cannot be forgot
James Garratt – Wednesday 25th July 2001
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Magic – Written Wednesday 25th July 2001 (Aged 26)
