Magical Realism

Beliefs are our compass, bringing to form A calm, stable day or the eye of a storm Choices are given each day in this life To service the good or instigate strife Oh, we're a mighty and powerful force As the universe rises ... our ultimate source We won't get away from this eminent sleuth Who knows what we want; only, gives us the truth Oh, what a magical, intricate day But I'm tired, and honestly, don't want to play So go on, conspire to give me my due You'll find me today, on a walk, at the zoo