The Transition

Vivid images of happiness Hope for the current state You are enjoying the moment Never having to wait Ideas change quicker with time Nothing seems out of normal You just follow the order The setting starts seeming informal Images begin to disperse Volume turns to a mute Hope begins to dapper upon you Intimate feelings begin to salute For no longer do you feel safe Recollections slowly grows with the light Return is no longer an option The final stage has set in a conscious plight