A bit of Magic

You told me that there's no magic

No Deus Ex Machina

To revert outcomes tragic

Our choices determine our lives

As time passes, events accumulate 

In historical archives

I will never see eternity

Pass over me

A trillion of impermanent cells

Yet my imagination has a story to tell

I dreamt of ghosts and demons

All enmeshed in a plot, scheming

Is history unreal as a dream?

Those who once roamed the earth

Are now unseen

Countless events conspired to produce 

This circumstance

And now we call it a happenstance

I can imagine the chains of causality

That lead to this reality