Change pt. 2

In sleep we find static, and a short death,
We do not think we are, ergo we are not.
For time is not mastered nor master,
And it is in change that life may be,
And in life that change might be also.

Awake, every movement's Butterfly Effect,
Is the tornado of tomorrow's intricacy,
Delicate patterns comprising reality.
Where neither may exist alone,
Nor in the presence of the other,
We find ourselves both still and in motion.

The tug of war from what is,that what may be,
May exist in equal balance, and bring life.
From life, we find change.
In change, we discover ourselves.
And change ourselves, that we may change again.

Author notes

Part two of god-knows-what-number, as change is both my greatest fear, and my most respected aspect of true life.
It is my inspiration, see "Change" pt.1 from me if you liked this.