I tried to change,
My way of thinking.
Limits restrict me
And my belongings.

I continued to endeavour.
Birds flew backward,
Fish moved backward,
Unable to change, untill death.

Once water drops moved to clouds,
Being pregnant they vomited.
Tress started pushing themselves
Into the hungry grounds.

Even change changed the change.
At last change in death.
But I remained stagnant,
Willing no more to think.