i think therefore i am.
I walk along the path and be,
existing, as the fateful seed
that grows to flower fruit of gold.
growing up. growing old.
feeble, dead. growing cold.
This is all there is for life?
eternal trouble, ceaseless strife?
i walk the lonely road alone.
my thoughts are those i must atone.
I think, therefore i might not be.
What evidence is there of this?
the feeling of that final kiss,
residing in the front of mind.
once forbidding,
never blind.
but leads to thoughts of existance hence.
so thus i sit upon the fence,
and ponder on the fact of thought.
"my brain creates its sullen worlds,
its holy see, its writ of right,
creating day and gloomy night,"
what is to say that truth is truth?
i think, therefore i am not.
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Submission Name: existence
