I Think...

A curious gaze cast by my eyes, As sweet aromas flood my being, Melodic melodies I prize, A sensual touch; so guaranteeing. A sight, a smell, a sound, a taste, Give in to me without resistance, And in a reckless state of haste, I understand my world’s existence. But reason whispers words of doubt, Can it be so that I’m mistaken? Can my mind drown in pools of drought? Is my reality forsaken? What of the illness and delusions, Which deftly bend the mind’s perception, Mysterious optical illusions, Revel in cheating and deception. And when I dive into my dreams, I’d give my life that they’re authentic, Is my life really as it seems? Or has it all been just an antic? Perhaps a genius of evil, Has a waved a brush and drawn my world, Perhaps the truth lies in upheaval, Perhaps it’ll never be unfurled. But all this prose must have some source, This single phrase I gently hum, With all my being, with all my force I trust Cogito, ergo sum. Cogito, Ergo Sum (I think, therefor I am) - Rene Descartes

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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