Existing, brings boredom
Reachable, reaches saturation
Accessible, kills adventure
On hand, attracts apathy
Obtainable, looses credentials
Available, no more in need.
Now self delve for a MAGIC.
Nonexistent, illustrates a landscape
Unreachable, apprehends succinct
Inaccessible, loads thrill
Dearth, yearns for glutted enthusiasm
Distant, appears magnanimous
Mirage, burnish soul with a demand.
MAGIC spell eclipses substance of life.
Magic has no power to heal
It’s an illusion of impossible
An entertainment not a solution.
Sleight of hand hides secrets
Countless enigma strains life
Can’t we live with tangibles?
Don’t jeopardize life for sake of this MAGIC.
[Sleight - is the set of techniques used by a magician to manipulate objects such as cards and coins secretly]
-vidi-
13-06-08
Vidi Writes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magic-32/
