feel weird, feel empty,
feel cold.

i still do my things, try my best, make them work.
move on, go on. as i should, as always.

strange things are happening, not bad things, just strange things.
we'll all cross our fingers behind out backs and watch, like an audience.
and whether we like it or not, we'll clap at the end.

and recognise,
recognise their hard work.

[if i sound weird to you, dont be afraid, my mind's stammering, that's all]