Transit Poetry Transition
Wrapped (up) in a garment of decay
Morning whispers gently in my ear
I hear the birds sing in the distance
Tunes of transitoriness and fear
I step outside to face my own cruel self
Whilst the world revels in self-deceit
Also crystal mirrors can't reflect
what lies beyond the black heart's beat
Chorus:
Nothing will be the same again
This is the day of recognition
Caught in a one-way alteration
The only aim's transition
Look at the dark-winged bird who flies above
The nightly paradise of summer
Through the maze I try to follow the dove
Into the eternal realm of slumber
