Sounds like poetry.

We live in a world of magic but call it magic money
Drifting in a luxury of actual nothing
Show me the stupidity of TV
The great stuff we should not love
If freedom is out of the box
An angel with electronic locks
And legs that rock.

Breath life with the me
Songs of Venus
Song of songs
Longings bust through the soil
Heart's freedom to be
Hooked on magic
Still getting closer.

Flower now dear child
Child of all
Daily healings move
She can move me
Last night my world broke apart
Only in creativity
Can magic be.