So "I think therefore I am",
What a pearly phrase,
Slung 'round and 'round from corner to corner and ear to ear,
Should I walk upon the threshold of my abode or the far corners of the Earth such a
saying never desists,
Everyone screeches it out as if it is some profound wisdom,
But for me I find it profane,
I wish I could put it into my own head to say I am this, I am that,
And I do,
Yet it does me no good,
I sit down in nature and think upon it,
I am no step closer to knowing who I a,
To having an idea to why I am so cold,
To having an idea of my name and its worth,
To understanding why on Earth I'm here,
Why I fear myself,
I have so many questions and so little time,
I have so many answers yet none at all,
It's like I have amnesia or I'm a scarecrow without a brain or a tin man without a heart,
What is it that I need?
Who is there when I look into the looking glass?
A ponderer, A wander, A loon, A madhatter?