Traded in our magic
for something that disappeared
so long ago.
A treasure for a trammel,
a mystery for “I don’t know.”
Curiosity excised,
like an irrelevant
relic of our past.
Now, the dark is come
and we are looking
for answers at last.
Too late for some,
we watched their spark
dim to almost dying.
Some did
pass on from here,
without ever finding
the secrets we all seek,
the seam in the curtains
that can be divided,
revealing another world,
not this one
we’re certain to be tied in.
This is all a lie
that seeks to ensnare you.
Curiosity’s a key,
so many have prepared you
to come up to the door,
turn the handle and step through.
You didn’t give up your magic,
it’s still inside of you.
HG – 2020
