Feelings in the Air.

I feel it.
Change is in the air.
I don't know from where or how it got here.
I'm not sure if its the type of change I can bare.
And no one seems to be aware.
But I can feel it in the air.

I'm not sure if it is for the better.
Maybe global warming plans to make the world a little wetter.
Or maybe humans will change forever.
People seem to be getting fed up.
But every time I look up in the sky
I know why
Because i can feel it in the air.

Sometimes I sit and wonder.
Will I be alive when the world turns asunder?
Sometimes I sit back and ponder.
Will I be different from the latter?
When the apocalypse comes
And the world is done
Will I be happy with what I've done?
Will I be one with myself or will I succumb
Not sure if I can win.
Its a trap that I'm stuck in
A black hole I was sucked in
Yet, its all in my mind.
How could anyone not see through the disguise?
It should all fade away, if I try.
But for now i sit back and think,
When the end of days comes,
Ill see what I'm made of,
And I can feel it in the air.