Looking For An Answer

What I really wanted to ask was,

Do you believe in me?

I know I’ve asked before,

But I feel so empty.

I want this dream so badly.

It stands so far away.

You tell me to keep fighting,

But I only seem to stray.

If I don’t push forward,

There’s only possibilities.

Yet this hole grows more and more,

Fraught with anxieties.

A new excuse, another tale,

To pause my future demise.

I don’t see anything else,

Yet I know I’m telling lies.

So what I really wanted to ask was,

Do you think I will succeed?

Is my dream worth fighting for?

Will you help me, please?

Magic

Magic swirls in dusky skies

playing fun

playing hell

On other people’s lives

And yet not many believe in it.

The power of magic

To take your pain away

Or deliver another dose of it.

It brings roses, daffodils, tulips

to Life

And at the end of the day

Snuffs out their light.

It empowers people to fight for their dreams

And also knocks those on pedestals to their knees.

Oh wonderful magic, it plays its tricks

But you best believe in it.

It may help or hinder

But it’s definitely there.

Grab hold to its tail

And dear wanderer,

Beware.