Paradigms

It hits suddenly,
And in a moment, I am no longer the same
There's a trapped freedom in the admission
Of who and what I am
Not the same as before, and yet,
Ultimately, no different

A strange pain that I do not feel
That minds can imagine

Is this, then, what it felt like to see the world
from above, that first time?
Not the same as before,
But no different either

The earth spins silently
And I am free for a moment
And I am unchanged
And I am not different

Yet this thought has made me reconsider