Mourning Skies

Change

Rationalizing things
Into the mind of a narcissist
Is as simple
As trying to comprehend
Or recall a moment
You never experienced

So needless to say
When the changing world
Swirled like a typhoon or colors
Around his black and white mind
So biased with old beliefs
He couldn't suppress his anger
When I began my changes as well

When Barbie dolls turned to hair dye
And pink and purple skirts morphed
To skinny jeans and binders
And the once long blonde ringlets
That matched my mother's
He so desperately tried to retain
We're swiped off with a pair of blades
He damn near blew
His skull to pieces

It was as if the two categories
Were stretched and morphed
And the detachment from the real world
Only added to confusion
And things he simply could not understand
Were of the fact that times will change
And he would either adapt
Or be left behind