The screen finally dims around six AM
Revealing the detail of a thousand distant suns
Having spent the night shrouded in neglect
They shall disappear by the time I fade away as well
The bending of the light disturbs my sentience
But, in truth, it has never meant any harm
I have often argued it is a tool to be utilized
Why I never embrace that view, I may never know
Half a lifetime ago I proclaimed the following
That people do indeed change over time
An old acquaintance of mine proclaimed otherwise
Both of us correct, and both of us not
Within each person lie static facets
Elements of personality residing on a fundamental level
So ingrained they cannot be changed
It is to these we must adapt
The bending of the light disturbs my sentience
It tells me these words may not sit well with others
Society tells me that that is a bad thing
But I'm not looking to be marketable - no, not right now