The Magic, Rekindled
Wild eyed, bright eyed innocence,
Brimming with hope.
Days blurring by in happiness,
Unmarked, unblemished.
Oh, the words, the thoughts
So infallible they seem,
A certainty, an inevitability,
That stays so,
But only till the days,
They supposedly know better
Unveiled cynicism, jaded minds
Which begin everything
With an if, a but, a why.
Faith and belief no longer remain,
In people, in words, in themselves.
People keep wondering
Why life seemed so much happier
When they were young.
But they don't realize,
That they can make it so again.
With a simple wave of the magic wand,
They once held, in chubby little fingers.
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