Once I claimed to be magic. Now I no longer know.
I used to be quite empirical in thought;
perhaps at this point I’m less so.

There is more to the world than the eye can behold.
Certainly that I can sense
but that doesn’t mean I control that stuff
or I could have once in the past tense.

It’s safer to say I was lucky
and that things that I wished for came true.
Would that similar fare could happen again
such as my knowing the likes of you.