I am, therefore I think
I have and I have not
I was and will be
And still as the rivers flow on
All of nature seems to laugh at me
I am none of these things
I cannot be
The ocean floats on
Ever so be
What is real is not the problem
I am not myself
I am not solemn
I can be what I will be
And yet I wonder who am I
Will I cease when I die
The question is not the answer
The riddle is the question
Because when I thought for myself
I lost all my sense to reason
As I echo in and out of consciousness
I learn what I am
And yet I learn nothing
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