Childhood Magic by Mike Williams 10/4/2015 @ 11:13 A.M.

The years have all escaped me, I thought childhood magic was lost. 
Growing up I used to want, but never accounted for the cost. 

But then I learned that I carried it with me, everywhere I go. 
Magic lives inside a heart, to find again and know. 

When nobody is looking, I jump on the bed. 
While nobody is listening, I sing a tune remembered from my head. 

While outside, my eyes observe nature's wonders still. 
Magic is all around me, and inside my child-like will. 

I get giddy and laugh aloud, my insides tickle too. 
Time may turn you into a grown-up, but magic lives in you.