I am Changing

Beginning this day there will be some changes.

People will see this change because things will not be the same.

Matters will operate in a different fashion and there will be a series of reactions accordingly.

Such change will mean that the old way of doing things will no longer be done.

A difference in the way circumstances unfold will become apparent, and people will notice.

The basic flow of situations and events will work in opposition to the manner in which they previously existed.

Things that were, won’t be anymore.

Times will feel differently than they did, because lives will experience a shift from what was originally thought of as normal.

Past protocols will sustain significant alterations while specific processes will endure prominent reformulations.

Aspects of life that have been adapted to will undergo metamorphoses and there will be an awareness of novel activity.

Please do not attempt to interfere with the nature of this change, as results could be harmful.

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The Old Cat Song

I’m just an old cat
With nothing to live for
Please leave me alone
I want to die now

The mice are no fun
And the cat food is stale
I need a hole
To crawl in and die

All my toys are ragged
My owners are all gone
My throat is always
Clogged with dirty fur

I’m just an old cat
With nothing to live for
Please leave me alone
I want to die

Searchlight

Adrift an ocean
Of turbulent life
Tossed about by the swells
Of my troubled emotions

You are the searchlight I seek
To save me
From being crushed
Upon the rocks
Where the line is
So very thin
Between salvation
And the murky depths
Of my despair

Tunnel of Darkness

Brick by brick and stone polished
Longer and deeper and smoother
The dripping of water, the echoes,
Crying and weeping far off
Where the tunnel leads me

Each thought of the past follows
Every barefoot step that I take,
The cold and the shivers and fear,
Memories like wide-eyed ghosts
Drifting along as I go

Nothing but bricks to the left
Nothing but stone to the right
Nothing but cold smoothness beneath
The flesh of my bony feet
As I face the lightless tunnel depths

Carrying an empty heart devoid
Of all and any kinds of love
I frown in the darkness, startled,
The crying and weeping far off,
Echoing from where the dark tunnel
Leads me