Ouite the Same

Everyday is the same, Everyday it shifts.
The changes stay the same. They come from where they belong.
I want the changes to complete themselves and then be the person I so need to be.
There the person is. There the person goes again. I tell my mind to quiet down. I stay focused on what should be. But the change goes again.
I look around and I am surrounded by chameleons. The person that was is no longer. The evidence is complete. It is still the same. The shadows are left standing where the person once was.
How can I embrace an apparition. How can I understand that which does not wish to be understood. I follow it as far as I can go. I can see no further than it will allow me.
Everything is quite the same.