Happenings in our days are taking new turning. People are being replaced. People leaving the world. People passing away.
It's fast becoming another world, with a different set of people coming up. The people who defined the world of an era are fast dieing out and soon it would seem that one does not belong to the time anymore. And this is because all the people by whom we have identified and described our world have all gone!
It's another world with a different story, with it's own troubles and struggles to face.
Another time is setting in. Oh! how our world is changing.
What a life, life we have seen. Pain unrevealed feeling like water slipping through our fingers. Oh! my life. Oh! my life!
How can it be? Has Michael been that sick? But he recently went about planning a show in the UK for 13th July. Isn't that queer? Most people would avoid fixing a show on the 13th, but not Michael. I read that a certain doctor resigned from his practice to give Michael full time care eleven days to 25th June. Michael was really ill then. It could not have just started. The ailment. Had he known he was going to die? If Michael was so sick, how did he imagine he could do the planned show? Typically Michael, was he hoping to die on stage, like Jimi or Elvis. Or has it happened exactly the way he wanted it to? To sell out tickets for a 'good-bye' show with the whole world expectant and focusing attention on him, and then 'poof' he goes and dies.
It's like a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing... as Shakespeare would say. Suddenly, Michael is gone and it's as if he never was. Matter-of-factly, I would say Michael stopped living when his music stopped occupying centre spot in the industry. And I think that happened a long while ago!
Well, Michael, angel, do rest in peace. Oh, may it please God to welcome you home.