Reality ain’t really real — it’s all within my mind
The pain I feel ain’t really real — I ain’t the hurtin’ kind
What you see is what you get — you ain’t seen nothin’ yet
Who you are is who I am — it’s hard to understand
You are just a figment of my nonexistent mind
I have just imagined you; I’m imagined too
Look around, see what you will; there’s nothing that you’ll find
One day you’re here; the next you’re gone — everything in time
What I know — I don’t know
What I say — I don’t say
What I do — I don’t do
Who am I — who are you?
Why am I here — I’m not — or maybe I really am
Is this here or is it there and should I give a damn?
Take life at face value — does life have a face?
Is life life or is it death or merely time and space?
Do I think or am I thought — is my life someone’s dream?
Sometimes I think reality is never what it seems
Life itself is vanity — reality’s insanity
Throughout all humanity, who knows what it means?
What I hear — I don’t hear
What I see — I don’t see
What I feel — I don’t feel
What is me — what is real?
Revolution is the only way to bring about a change
Bring the old ways to an end to let the new begin
History at a glance is random happenstance
Today the things that happen will repeat themselves again
Meanings — there are none except imagined ones
And truth is just a word that is totally absurd
Events have no causes; nature has no laws
Darkness is a form of light and wrong’s not always right
What I know — I don’t know
What I say — I don’t say
What I do — I don’t do
Who am I — who are you?
What I see I believe — what I don’t I won’t
What I feel is all that’s real — nothing else could be
How I live is how I will — how I won’t I don’t
And so I am or never was — why, well just because
Meanings are subjective, but never really mattered
For truth is not objective; the thoughts I think are scattered
I never was and never will; I think therefore I am
A dollar ninety-eight a pop — the worthiness of man
What I hear — I don’t hear
What I see — I don’t see
What I feel — I don’t feel
What is me — what is real?
When I look at you, is it the same you that I see
As you do when you look at you or do you look like me?
How do things appear to you, perceived by your own eyes?
Does it look the same to you as me, blue grass and yellow skies?
My rationale is logical; my logic is not plain
My sanity is normal — I’m abnormally insane
But it’s all psychological — it’s all inside my head
My thinking’s clearly cloudy and it’s time to go to bed
D. Gee, January 1989
This poem was the output of an entertaining stream-of-consciousness exercise in philosophical random nonsense from long ago, but with some underlying threads that reflect some (mostly) unconnected real threads of philosophical thought in small, incomplete bites. Just for fun.