Thoughts on all the changing

Oh everything ends it seems
I guess I should have known
I have seen the bread I forgot in the back of the fridge mold
I have seen leaving falling from trees return to the dirt
People I have known have died
But things are ending while i'm still alive
My heart still beats and yet things are stopping
I wake everyday to see my life decomposing
I am not like bread or a leaf
I am like a rock slowly eroding while the landscape around it quickly changes
I am like a single drop of water being consumed,reused, evaporated, and then once again cast down towards earth
I know the bread became food in another way
I know the leaves added nutrients to the dirt
I know the rock has been a seat, a table, a stepping stone for many
I know that water drop has gone on millions of adventures
I know it's transformation not death
So why do I feel like i'm dying?
Why do I feel like change takes me with it whisking me up like a tornado and dropping my body when it is done with me?
I feel like I am wasting away when I am simply walking in another direction
I will miss my tree
I will miss my lake
Who knows if I will like being part of the ocean
Or compost
I know I should just let go
But i'm not ready
Please let me hold on
For just
One
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