Life Unchanging or Unfathomable?

Life falls evenly on all,
Like the sun and the moon and the sky above,
Unchanging. Just the same,
Yet we view it in many shades,
Our minds playing mysterious games,

Is life really just the same?
Encased in those replicated breaths?
Or is It more of what we think?
More of the shades, in our looking glasses?

On a sunny day, some are perked up,
Some exhausted in the heat,
Yet others dehydrate,
No, it cannot be the same for all,
Life cannot be just the breath,
It is what one feels with each breath,

What one believes  is one's truth,
Do we survive on verifiable beliefs? No,
Under the same sky, over this very earth,
There are as many worlds as people alive,
No... more worlds than there are people alive,
For each one is capable of possibilities unexplored,
One question, one doubt is all it takes, for a new world to emerge.

Neither past is unchangeable nor future uncertain,
Thoughts are the unmistakable magic wands,
They can change the past, or make future more certain,
For past is what remains of it in the thought,
And future is but a stroke of that thought,
And how one views it, when one gets there indeed.

Life is an unfathomable mystery,
For the mystery lies in our very thoughts, that we so tirelessly control.