Abracadabra

The secret of life comes at a price Some days are naughty and some days are nice Like a magician wielding illusion Can add to the sense of daily confusion It softens the strain when someone is near Then all the answers are suddenly clear Maybe the trick is only just that Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat When now you see it and now you don't Sometimes you will and sometimes you won't But since each new day is never tragic Abracadabra... isn't life magic?