It will never end
We live as if it will never end.
We are surprised by change.
Yet if anything was ever the same for long
It would be unreal.
We live in pretence
And are startled by the years.
We were born out of oblivion
And return to oblivion
And that is the one element
That will never change.
There’s a me that lives inside peering out at the world. It doesn’t see me. It feels the same as it ever did. It has no age.
Everything around me changes. I seem to remain the same.
Only by visiting with my younger self would I be confronted with those internal changes. A mirror suffices to show me how great the changes are. It makes me wonder.