D D. CROW

You talk about the madness in my head
And all that I can think about…
The melting crows
Inside my mind, making time
20 minutes before the god or bad

It’s a premonition
When the angles hush’s me
And all I can think about
It’s the scream of the morning crows
Inside my mind, deleting space
20 minutes before the start or stop

Chasing changes
I don’t mind to stay
I don’t want to go
And I know the permanent of time
I’m born
I’m dead
20 minutes to catch a train or a bus