Surely I would know it
If there were any truth to this
The senses, yet, are treacherous
And mostly so’s the wit
Truly I’ll believe it
When intuition strikes
The mirrors running liquid
Through my mind
Freely, I would will it
Convinced by logic’s myth
But ignorance is willfulness
And indifference is bliss
Clearly I can see it
Awoken from reality
Plugged into a conscience
That feeds on mere deceit
Naturally, I am it
The being and the time
Meddling in reality
Mistaking truth for mine
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 4:16 PM UTC
Surely I would know it
If there were any truth to this
The senses, yet, are treacherous
And mostly so’s the wit
Truly I’ll believe it
When intuition strikes
The mirrors running liquid
Through my mind
Freely, I would will it
Convinced by logic’s myth
But ignorance is willfulness
And indifference is bliss
Clearly I can see it
Awoken from reality
Plugged into a conscience
That feeds on mere deceit
Naturally, I am it
The being and the time
Meddling in reality
Mistaking truth for mine
Inspired by Plato, Descartes, Heidegger and The Matrix
