Contradictory Existence

Why does the sky change its colour?
why does the wind change its direction?
just to make me look in another direction,
or just to add the one constant in all the change.

With darkness comes an unkown infinity,
or is it just the absurdity of the mind I possess;
not sure if it the nakedness or the colorless phase,
that makes me enjoy the the small moment of light because of the firefly.

Why does a failure come and then go and comeback?
why does one touch make a difference when compared to another?
just to make me realize that my senses are there and not really numb;
or just that there is a want within to look at change in my outlook to the world.

I look at the sun and get blinded by it,
or just that I am too scared to face its might.
not sure if it is the fear I have been holding within,
or is it the fear I created because one day I was blinded in hope.