The sky is changing
My world’s spinning
My heart’s pounding
And fire is burning

My milieu is morphing
at a rate I’m yet to comprehend.
Things are switching from normality
to strange faster than you can say..
Nothing, faster than you can say
nothing because it seems no
one has a say in this
And with a sudden
realization dawns upon you: control is an illusion.

We can but fool ourselves
Thinking we can actually meddle with set course of fate,
Only to find we only just bend and straighten around its inevitable path.
So we play on.

“A dark cloud hangs over me”
These are the words of a person down in the dust
Needing his ark to save him from drowning deep in the pool of his own sorrow.

He cries loudly in the comfort of his own silence,
A wordless plea for help hidden behind his smile
Trying to remain strong yet very weakened.
But his heart, in his heart, a fire burns
And no this isn’t that fire of life and hope you poor naive soul,
That is a fire of deep agony,
His undoing
His distress..

The sky is changing
My world is spinning
My heart is pounding and,
Indeed the fire is burning.