Point of view...

So I guess we're not superior,
Not inferior either.
We must be equal then?
But what if we're not even that...
And there is something that we forget?

And I guess, it's not worth pondering
On whether we exist, or not exist,
For this moment is all there is
And it's not going to last...
In fact, it has already past.

I am constantly becoming
And decaying at once...
Transformation has taken me
Out of who I used to be.

And maybe, actually,
There is no such thing as I,
And no such thing as you,
No grass that is green 
And no sky that is blue...
We've all just made that up,
And we've come to believe that it's true.
But if we could change our point of view,
We could make up something new.