I think, therefore I am not,
Not the person I’d like to be,
I take my future by the hand,
Although it guides me aimlessly
A torrent takes my nerves and swings,
It swings confusion through my head,
I care not for the thoughts it brings,
A thousand strong the surplus yields
Is this question rhetorical?
Another useless thing to ask,
I’ll never know what words I pull,
From space behind the reading eyes
Six-fold counts the orb around,
Where I, a blurry silhouette,
Invisible in time behind,
Stand bewildered beside the clocks
I think, therefore I am not,
At least not yet who I will be,
For life, for dreams, for something more,
Let the world remember me
