It’s boring, what you do for money;
we all need to put food in our mouths.
I could listen for hours about
the moments you’ve felt most alive,
and what burns a hole in your belly,
the people your eyes turn gold for,
all of the cliffs you’ve jumped from,
and your favorite dinners.
Tell me another story
about a time
when to you it was confirmed
that the world is made of magic.