magic

 
I stir the submissions deep within my dark
it writhes just under the surface I struggle in vain to control it
it spreads from my soul connecting with the astounding vortex
it whirls just above me and below is merry meet

by avoiding it I've allowed it to go wild falling where it might
with no direction it has landed in odd places
I am told to hone my magic that I must take responsibilty
for so long I've tried to ignore it

it speaks to me of creationism that some of my dreams are manifesting
whether I realize it or not breathing a life of its own
they turn their self on me its creatore for giving it no instruction
these beings need order or chaos ensues

I thought they should be free to act as desired
they appear to have feelings of their own
but need an order of action or hierarchy
so descions can be made

beautiful beams of light reaching out to touch and learn
a magic we all possess breathing life into out imaginations