Even if it was, it doesn't matter,
Because the best bet on keeping the magic,
Is to allow it no future.
Except in the mind, where one can always escape.
One can even defy the elements,
If she needs to escape the harshness of this world.
The mind is heaven-sent.
I can't go on, the heaviness of everything,
Denies the possibility of freedom,
Like in a U-Boat at the bottom of the sea,
With no fuel left in its engine.
And it's alright,
Everybody floats back up eventually.
The questions is, will you be crushed by the pressure,
And never reach the person you wished to be?
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