There is a change going on every day, for
All mornings start with a shift in the mirror,
The glass has a different layer underneath.
A tremble goes through the calendar, see how
Trees slowly die for the Winter
Moving away from the past.
Second by second, better or worse
Your body is taken over,
Newer, different, slowly you change.
In the dungeon of time the hungry dragon
Called oblivion waits, as the orange leaves go
And blue mirrors forget their dead owners.