Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

I truly believe the times are changing. It is definitely in the wind and maybe my perceptive Piscean blood can sense the tidal shift, but we really are going to be at a cross road soon. I don’t know when, or where, or even why.

Before any of us are ready for it, gasoline is going to sky rocket in price. Of course sky rocketing gasoline means everything will go up in price. Our food, goods and businesses depend on cheap fuel to keep going. The good news, if you can look at it that way, is that the destructive behavior of the past is now on a very limited timeline.

The meantime is what scares me. My generation is in the process of defining itself. We’re coming into our late 20s and early 30s and we’re starting to get some slice of the power pie. Unfortunately, we’re going the get the table cloth yanked out from under said pie plate.

I can not possibly guess what is to come, but like chicken little, if you start paying attention you’ll see the sky is, in fact, falling.