Cogs of the Earth

The times they are changing, it’s happening fast,

You’re afloat on a ship, but this cannot last,

The strain it will come, it happens to all,

All you can do is hope to not fall

The sky grows black with worry and fear,

You look back, let go, of those you hold dear,

Panic engulfs as the world around,

Swallows you whole without much a sound

But you must break free, if you wish to survive,

For all bees must one day leave comfort of hive,

A firm stance is taken and you stand still and stare,

And realise the world moves on without a care

It matters not, how loud you may scream,

No one will save you, not even in dream,

For this is  your time, to make as you will,

To join in the throng and help turn the mill.