Magic?

Where am I?
And who are you?
What is this world?
Why can't we see?

Don't angels hover atop mountains, and mermaids swim the seas?
Do the dead lie sleeping in graves while the living lie awake in beds?
Why does magic flow through our veins?
How do words carry such power?
Where is the golden rose of youth?
Who holds the beast in his tower?
How do I persuade my dragon to take me with him?
What really lies on the ocean floor, can you ask the selkies for me?
While I ask the trees about their favourite walks?
That cow that jumped over the moon, why did she come down again?
Why yearn for the heart that pounds alone?
Where do the unicorns roam?
How does your skin blush when the rain is so cold to touch?
Where is the map that holds an 'X'?
Why does that giant keep a stolen treasure chest?
How does a lion fly?
Why don't villains cry?
Where can gold be found with a sieve?
What colour is your soul?
Where does your magic live?