A Recycled Question Poem by JHP Poetry

If I close my eyes in sleep, will I come back to me?
And if I do, will things be the same? I hope not...
Time moves on. For everything must change, but
do they really? It is only a recycled life of lost wonder.
That insist on staying in orbit. We are in robotic fashion,
until someone finally zooms into our pattern.
Either through happiness or extreme heartbreak.
Unlikely in mellow encounters. This could make a
world of difference. These visual side effects.
We check our to-do-list in meeting our desired goals.
The ones we have already accomplished in some form or other.
Still, if I close my eyes in sleep, will I come back to me?
And if I do will things be the same? I hope not....
For life always changes. Time moves on, whether we like it or not.