Sometimes
we have to rewind
find the time
refocus the mind
Step back into the tale
where magic is unveiled
existing beneath the detail
of the systems which prevail
Leading us astray
causing us to forget our way
with such much fray
we think we are only ever afraid
We marvel at children
drawn in by tales
without any hindrance
or needing assurance
They delight in the mystery
and don’t worry about the history
Existing in the moment
Not getting pulled away
Is that the secret
to not being always afraid?
The tales we weave
from inside our head
are what we try to leave
when we are afraid
But where can we go
where we will not be?
Our head becomes our foe
unless we turn the key
Open the door and explore
see what the tales are trying to inform
Perhaps like children themselves
they like to play unveiled
searching for a way to cast spells
but have gotten curtailed
We’ve gotten too busy to care
that deep within us
there is magic wanting to prevail
now making a fuss
asking for a way to unveil
an essential part
of our very own heart
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