Bound

I think of the little magick I’ve done.
Asked for family, love, money & fun.

Family, I got…Though, not as I’d wished for.
Though Time let gratitude win that fore.

Love was a killer; Shakespearean Style.
Inside my head, that’s the name on that file.

There’s money; I made & money; I lost.
My Belief in money; is all that cost.

Fucking Fun! Yeah, there was a lot of that…
Caused imbalance; I’ve spent years lying flat.

So yes. Seems magick works, abstractly so.
Though…Must be flexible; shit goes like it goes.

Because, often, magick taps dominoes.
Wild chain reactions set out for their goals.

Between which, chaos & fate steer those wheels…
Effective spells demand both brains & feels.