Three Magicians

                                    Three Magicians

                        (Written by: Chris Romero)

Running through the alleyway, lost in one’s mind. 

In a room trapped in silence, unable to speak like a mime.

Dead has become the meaning of life, like death was wrongly centered at dime.

Three magicians that encompass my walls,

They embody a realm, that’s unable to be seen by all.

They hang by their strings, and stare through dead eyes.

Gaze back upon them; don’t forget to reassure them, they don’t exist at night.

Every waking moment is a chance to realize.

Another day’s gone, but another one may be a surprise.

Revel at the fact,

We were born, but never asked.

Then through pain we may know we live,

To endure another day, there’s so much left to say

There’s so much more to give.

With no time to grieve,

What tricks lie up a magician’s sleeve?

We are what is to be considered, a human being.