The magic is in me. The magic is in me. The magic is in me.
Say it once and a thousand times more in a variety of places, times and spaces. For it is in me, the magic is in me. It is in my bones, my thundering heart, the joy as I hum and the impromptu twirl as I take my morning walk in the garden.
The more I say it, the magic is in me, the louder it seems to play its rhythmic way around my soft body.
The magic is in me. The magic is in me. The magic is in me, it is in me.
Musing Bumbles 