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