A few days ago, I spoke about my writing process. As luck would have it (some would say it isn't luck), the inner writer was activated. These days seem to be pushing us, both as a society and individuals, towards transformation. It occurs to me, as a species, we have to transform or die. The clock is ticking. So here are some new thoughts turning into a song.

Last Transformation of This Man by Dr Dreamwalker (Richard Schulman)

Kids are healthy they are grown 

Spread their wings, now they have flown 

Ex wives with husbands of their own 

Here I find myself alone 

 

Can’t tell if I’m warm or I’m cold 

Symptoms come symptoms go 

Getting younger or growing old? 

Heart open painful raw exposed 

 

It’s the last transformation of this man 

Heading into the unknown 

Wish I knew God’s plan 

Weary to the bone 

No buffer no safety zone 

 

Is pain of the heart anxiety’s call? 

Won’t find passion staring at the wall 

I search the darkness for insight 

A shadow yields to any light 

 

Emotions hold arthritic seeds 

Independent man with no needs 

A pretty voice must learn to sing 

Tell your story make it ring 

 

It’s the last transformation of this man 

Heading into the unknown 

Wish I knew God’s plan 

Weary to the bone 

No buffer no safety zone 

 

Friends I say, I had the most 

Most have turned into ghosts 

Those who remain have golden hearts 

They are my candles in the dark 

 

The camera’s iris is stuck unfurled 

Not quite reborn, enter a new world 

Unsure of the path I am to hold 

Hard to let it just unfold 

 

It’s the last transformation of this man 

Heading into the unknown 

Wish I knew God’s plan 

Weary to the bone 

No buffer no safety zone

 

Peace,

Dr Dreamwalker