Ever-Changing World


The light is cold. The day is dark.
The only thought I have, a spark.
The only breath I breathe, my mark.
In this ever-changing world.
The mirror is the truth, my face.
The reflection is only mine, a trace.
I decide who looks back, I decide the space.
In this ever-changing world.
What happens next is up to me.
Cage up the bird, or let it free.
The blinding sun over the setting sea.
In this ever-changing world.


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