The magic was here
Long before you.
And magic knows well what you can do.
But you don’t know and never will.
If you believe you have no skill.
And cannot use your force of will
To remember what you can do.
You were born into this stew.
Micro, macro, all the way down.
And up and there and all around.
Simply forget how you are bound
By limitations you have found
So comforting, you’re just like them.
Hanging on average til the bitter end.
Normal, pally, is not your friend.
It’s a cover over all that magic.