Becoming that part of the mystery,
crossing over the boundary,
leaving behind all the misery,
I wonder if the secret will unfold for me.

I see transparency in the darkness about me
as if there's a bubble of light that
surrounds me,
all hope's never lost and that's
patently
true.

You who have never known what it's like to be
carried to safety by the charity
of the Saints in the service of one
that I'll never be,
don't know what it's like to be me.

It's a bust when
I'm just trying to live
and in the living,
I can't find any give, but
the boundary is clear to me
coming closer
approaching me,
I wonder if the secret will unfold.