The day I decide to write about transformation
Is the very same day I’ll clap and applaud myself
Cos I know deep down I’ve been healed
There’ll be no need for dramatic change anymore
In anything actually, from form or appearance
I long for that day
As I scribble down the pain of the past
The agony after that afternoon evening
The tears, the torture, the sleepless nights
I know that I don’t need to transform