Artificial Suffering

Given everything’s change,
How’s anything the same?
What is it to be same?

You know the moon’s leaving.
You’ve known it for some time.
You can be cruel

And believe yourself kind.
You’ve known it for some time.
Knowing is suffering

That helps you use your past
To shape the way your past
Changes. But how is it

Anything changes, when
It must arrive as past,
And some must stay the same?

You worry what you are
About what you should be,
And there you are, the same

Unavoidable change,
The same artificial
Suffering. No birds sing.