An organised mess

Searching for moments of magic

I followed the mixture of colours

I followed for miles and miles

I reached for burning twinkles

I jumped and I jumped

I searched for the places unmarked on the maps

I searched and I searched

and I stood under the soul-cleansing water of the fall

I stood and I stood

I dived into the clear water-depths, letting the sea-salt clean my skin 

I dived and I dived 

I tried to breathe life into the rumoured impossible 

I tried and I tried 

I strive to understand how to do this thing called life 

I strive and I strive 

in those moments where all seemed wrong 

are moments of magic disguised in life-long 

cycles of ups and downs 

look hard enough 

even in the hardest of times 

moments of magic can be found