Magic Everywhere from Volume II by Ruminations

When I was 8, my father took me to a show
A magician confused my senses
The ground less firm, I lost faith in knowledge
And focused my mind on levitation
My mother, a maid, told me, “Your sleight of hand has a slim chance
of cleaning any windows or ironing any wrinkles.”
I still, still saw, magic everywhere, still saw, magic everywhere

At 16, I mocked the periodic table
And sabotaged school microscopes
My biology teacher told me, “Your sleight of hand has a slim chance
of purifying rivers, or detoxing blood streams.”
I still, still saw, magic everywhere, still saw, magic everywhere

At 32, I was on an assembly line, working for the robots
I tried to resist their commands and send coded messages
But their shock collars got the best of me
The overseer told me, “Your sleight of hand has a slim chance
of soldering circuits, or securing motherboards.”
I still, still saw, magic everywhere, still saw, magic everywhere

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