Shifting World This world is a shifted, twisted place. As it spirals down a never-ending drain, It mixes the impurities of sin and self. The beings that inhabit this place Fear of change, and rightfully so; They fear the consequences change will bring. They are not young anymore. They cannot Be taught new tricks. They lie in bed Pondering, pondering, when will it come? When will we be taken prisoner by ourselves? So they worry the rest of their lives until Their dying day. Their last breath is spent Crying out for help, help for a shifting world.