To ponder

How can I say I know

when it is unknown what knowing means?

It's a world full of created mysteries,

Fact is based on what it seems.

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They say imagination

has no limit to its might.

But, then, can you imagine a world

without the concept of sight?

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"I think, therefore I am,"

He said so many years ago.

But how can I prove this is ain't a dream

in which I strive to grow?

*

I feel every emotion so,

from joy to shock to pain.

But if I connect it to a source

it feels felt in vain.

*

What in heaven's name

hurts in there anyway?

What is this mind that thinks?

What is this night and day?

*

Why do I chase after life

and quiver under death's glare?

if I don't know what life is;

or why I even hold it dear?

*

Why does every tinge of love

send warmth pumping through my veins?

Why do I smile in the sun,

and cry along when it rains?

*

They talk about connection,

and feeling your inner core.

But what is this damn YOU,

that is always seeking more?

*

I run, I chase, I want,

desire getting the better of me.

For lack of understanding,

I may just let it all be.

*

Is it worth living in a world

that I cannot understand?

I cannot grasp the waves at sea

or break the nature of the land.

*

What hope do I have

if I know that no one ever learns

the truth behind this world

and all that it discerns?

*

Why fight through blood and battle

to win a war above my mind?

What is this relief I feel

after I lose, seek and find?

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Why do I even still believe

that there's a world of eternal souls?

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Oh, mighty mind shut up and live-

we both know logic still controls.