Those Who Activate You

I stare at the ceiling fan
rotates tireless.
Looking a for while
I deliberate.

Is it not the way
how we live?
We go in circles,
where to? none know.

Switches control the
fans. Being Obvious.
Such ones though invisible
command us.

Where could I find them?
Do not search. elsewhere.
Those lie within you.
Hear a cry from within.