How many times do we delude ourselves to the illusion of magic?
How many times are we using magic?
All the time spent living under magic?
This is how some get notorious
Magic in delusions of grandeur
Magic in the gratification of fabrications
Impressions of happiness engulfed in magic
Only making others fail to see what’s real,
exacerbating what not to feel
I know you’re lying
I can feel your power
The reflection of life,
sometimes not so ideal
Is that why magic exist?