When the music's over

I have had one of those weekends where I feel I am on the verge of a shift.
As if something is meant to happen now, something is meant to change.
But nothing is moving, and everything is still, and constantly refreshing my browser does not have the same effect on my reality.
If I was a lion I would roar. Ask spring why she did this to me.
This is the distilled version, its a diet skim with nothing artificial version.
The sapped sap.