Change in progress

I said to myself that i´m sure i would think of new things be coming my way in a wink,i know that its there and its happening still,, its something thats happens despite my own will, because calling the calling and yearning for change, is not a good way to believe or behave.
and being a friend to a friend to a friend is the worst thing that i´ve ever done in the end, so being all nice and excusing the price for a chicken that is on the run, is crucial and jealous and nasty and mean, and when i´m alone i feel like i might scream.
i might scream out and jump out and all round the fence to a new catastrophic and crazy event. and its coming i feel it, ive said it before, i know that it soon will be knocking my door.
maybe its the trouble i have when i think of women forgotten and crumbs in the sink, i guess it is hard for to find their way in, to find an intention as where to begin, i love you my dear friend i keep you at heart, you know i am anxious to finish the part, where i am a fairy and you are a bird and flying is something we easily learned, like singing and dancing and music as such, i wish you all freedom and lots of good luck. together i´m sure we can make it come back, and stay for a while, of nothing we´ll lack.
it isnt a meaning a place or a time, its more of a feeling i feel in my spine. i wonder i wonder and dwell in the wisdom of wondering if theres a feeling i´m missing, i might be mistaken for i am no god, i am only human, i apologize.