Its Magical...
A poetic glance at the irony and mystical nature of our reality.
It's magical
The opposite of practical
I can't explain what it all means to me
Everyday I almost feel like I wake up in a different reality
Dont know what it's meant to mean
Am I supposed to control or transcend this world built around the physical
I feel I'm supposed to create but have to watch my wake
Or is that egotistical
And too lose control of it all
Makes me feel like I've crashed head on into a wall
It's like slipping in a puddle in a bathroom stall
And after the fall you don't quite know whos at fault
Or the reason you toss some over your shoulder after you spill the salt
It's magical
Not quite practical
It's an email erased
Or a solution found too late
It's bumping into your ex when your date already canceled cause your running late
It's waking up in a certain state
Or the weather sealing your fate
It's being born with certain traits
Or getting stuck in a certain state
It's factual
Only sometimes impractical
And every day I ask is it destiny and meant to be
Or is it something conceived
Because of what I believe
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