Magic Poem by phillip seymore

how can i march torward the light if all i see is black

cause im traped like rat

how do i know im not the rabit out the hat

but how could i be that if they say magic dont exsist

im grasping to my dreams with a tight fist

no matter how hard the world wants to twists wrists

with a unbeatable shot i refuse miss

but sometimes this target refuses to hit

cause sometims my life can do back flips

leaves a man with a bad hip blinds him thinking everything is tragic

so hack this abra kadbra its fixed

so tell me really do you believe in magic