Magic is real then but it’s fire unconstrained by the wisdom necessary not to get burned. As I grew older I learned to capture the lightning and the fire. It’s not as hot, but I do not cherish the hearth for its ability to scorch me, I can still hurt myself with it plenty. But it will keep me plenty warm and it will feed me and comfort me far better than the bonfire I burned myself on as a kid.
Remember beeper code? I didn’t know what 143 meant in 10th grade, responded inappropriately, maybe missed out on handful in a lifetime romance.
I laugh at kids for how in love they get, how seriously they take music, etc, but it’s real. Magic is still real at that age. Fucking pre t9
Magic is real then but it’s fire unconstrained by the wisdom necessary not to get burned. As I grew older I learned to capture the lightning and the fire. It’s not as hot, but I do not cherish the hearth for its ability to scorch me, I can still hurt myself with it plenty. But it will keep me plenty warm and it will feed me and comfort me far better than the bonfire I burned myself on as a kid.
Thanks for explaining what it means. Also you laugh at people for falling in love and listening to the message? Do you even rage against the machine?