Let's leave the shores of uncertainty,
Oops, my boat has holes
And is made of human skin
Water gargled through
Shock-wide mouths
But don't let's fret
Or fret let's don't
For we see what we look at
Through eyes that look through me
Let's inflict ourselves upon reality
I'm so biased, me
I don't know you,
Or do I? Don't tell me for,
What can you know,
Believer?
Let the waves tickle your feet
And laugh at the sensation of their beckoning
Turn it down with a snort of mirth
And breathe easily for once, or twice, or thrice...
We just can't know.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
Let's leave the shores of uncertainty,
Oops, my boat has holes
And is made of human skin
Water gargled through
Shock-wide mouths
But don't let's fret
Or fret let's don't
For we see what we look at
Through eyes that look through me
Let's inflict ourselves upon reality
I'm so biased, me
I don't know you,
Or do I? Don't tell me for,
What can you know,
Believer?
Let the waves tickle your feet
And laugh at the sensation of their beckoning
Turn it down with a snort of mirth
And breathe easily for once, or twice, or thrice...
We just can't know.
I had a philosophical epiphany. It was something
