How do we change,
when we don’t want to?
The sun doesn’t die,
because we can no longer see it
The moon still glows,
when we have no guidance
The trees and flowers may wilt
though we think they are no more
At the precipice,
we  adapt
Out of selfishness,
we beg for mercy
We weep,
when we can no longer see
We remain
though we can no longer be
Like a light switch are we
Its positioning distinguishes you from me
The hand in charge
changes one’s perception of reality
Only outside ourselves
can we create and manifest
Only inside ourselves
do we disintegrate, but stick around