Meanwhile

I believe in a world where magic leads

And I live in a world of legends believed

Where the family gathers around the tree

Or some other abstract simile

The events that passed under holy stars

Or stories told to keep the children straight

Of bearded benevolence

They’re forever ours

…

Peace that they create

And emotion holding sacred fate

The believers realign and change the state

Of all of their collective minds

…

Stories told can all be lies

But magic loving sacred peace

The magic here shapes time’s release

And I wonder while I wander

If none of us had ever died

Would the first or any have ever lied?