Is the glass of knowledge half empty?
Or is it half full of uncertainty?
Do you ever wonder how much we know?
Or wonder how much we don't know?
Living in ignorance, how would we know
That the knowledge we have is near zero
The universe won't reveal so easily
all the secrets hidden so carefully
Are we really not alone?
Are we ready when they trespass our zone?
Is the universe truly infinite?
Or does it have a limit?
Why are we here?
Is there a reason to fear?
What if we didn't exist?
Would there be a certain twist?
Going through this existential crisis
Minds clouded in hypothesis
We might never know the answers
Only consumed with complete wonders
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
