Enchanted Clay

by SiriusOryon

There is no such thing as magic, so mortals say

But as you deny it, dear mortal, you are enchanted clay

 

Look to your science and see what you are made of

Your flesh is just like your ceramic cereal bowl, same stuff

 

There is no such thing as magic, so mortals say

But as you deny it, dear mortal, you are enchanted clay

 

Yet you walk and talk and live and breathe

While your ceramic cereal bowl is painted with leaves

 

There is no such thing as magic, so mortals say

But as you deny it, dear mortal, you are enchanted clay

 

You too can break and shatter, just like that ceramic cereal bowl

Your pieces cannot be put back together and your remnants grow cold

 

There is no such thing as magic, so mortals say

But as you deny it, dear mortal, you are enchanted clay

 

So how did you dear mortal, become enchanted?

When you are of the same earth in which your food is planted

 

There is no such thing as magic, so mortals say

But as you deny it, dear mortal, you are enchanted clay

 

If not enchanted clay dear mortal, then muddy water you are

For nearly most of you is made up of water, 75% by far

 

So maybe then again dear mortal, you might not be enchanted clay

You instead then are muddy water come alive, magic indeed I still dare say