How do I know
you exist
and for that matter
in what manner
am I living?
My senses?
Are you reality
if I can feel your skin...
Do you posses a threat
when your words penetrate?
Are you as probable
as these thoughts
because you're visable?
I don't think so
Senses lie to us
constantly
what good are they
I can't convince myself
any of this is true
maybe this is all
just chemical
reactions gone bad
perpetuating
a society for myself
How do I know
when I die
this all goes
too?
Diagnosis
but it doesn't make it any better
with drugs
the thoughts are they
maybe you'll burry them a little deeper
but they'll come back up again
they always do
no matter if you burry them
in someone else
Then again
maybe we're right
the few
just right to know
ignorance is bliss
so shove the blue spheres
down into our secrets
Birth sign: Gemini
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