My mind's magic

Immersed in the witches, cloaks and spells
Retracing the steps of the brave at heart,
Enchanted by the folk tales,
Sightless to reality’s certainty.
I walk in the steps of superman,
Broken bones, whilst conquering the myth of flight;
(My mind is playing its own magic).
Watching Wicca’s work their illusion
Into a dazed haze that plays on my mind;
Are these stories of supernatural figures,
Utterly false?
Or can truth be formed from bubbly cauldrons,
And rhythmic spells?

If I run towards a brick wall,
It could become evanescent, and if so
I will fall into a world filled with no boundaries,
Where my fantasy from seclusion
Will become as real as the pain in my heart.
(My mind is playing its own magic.)