There is a magic to survival,
And it is to believe in magic,
It’s a treasure trove of imagination,
Of unicorns and jinn like creation.
They all are let free to run amok,
And help visualize away desolation,
To create a dreamy self elation,
To find gleamy diamonds of hope,
In vast deserts of relentless life.
The magic that lifts up sunken dreams,
The dreams that lift you up to create,
The creation that’s most magical ever.
Where you, universe and god are one,
At different forms, existing with purpose.