Fostered in ethos of deep superstition,
ancient religions were sworn to a mission.
Mystic endeavors applied through the years
would silence the doubters and pacify fears.
Never quite sure how to explain
the curious tricks that people perform.
Mysteries built, secrets retained
for conjuring themes that stray from the norm.
The magic is always around us,
whatever’s imagined astounds us.
In a trance or a box with magical locks,
believe it is real and a fantasy steals
our logic away to a magical place
where illusion and wonder surround us.
Wading through waters of floating traditions,
magic evolved to evoke indecision.
The ultimate goal to contrive something real:
refreshing the soul with a magical feel.
The magic is always around us,
whatever’s imagined astounds us.
In a trance or a box with magical locks,
believe it is real and a fantasy steals
our logic away to a magical place
where illusion and wonder surround us.
Hidden in hats, stuck up a sleeve,
assurance of what we wish to believe.
Magical folks, magical deeds
filling their wants, serving our needs.
The magic is always around us,
whatever’s imagined astounds us.
In a trance or a box with magical locks,
believe it is real and a fantasy steals
our logic away to a magical place
where illusion and wonder surround us.
