Magic

I met a street poet Singing in the North Avenue Station When he finished He said the answer is ".....as high as we want to go" I said "What was the question" He said "How high can we go As high as we can, because we're all magic" As he disappeared down the road My bus came on time I guess he was right Sometimes magic is in a song Sometimes it's in a heart But no matter where it roams It's always in full sight Ya just gotta know How to catch it in full flight And if you're lucky enough To meet a poet who knows Then be sure to gather some magic Because he gives away All that he grows