I am here...
I am here...then I am not here. Many are here
and then I am not. I am there. Must be. But
I cannot see the view there from here. Maybe
I am not here. Maybe I left and no one noticed. Even I missed me
on the way out the door, and I did let the door
hit me. I am not here, but
there must be someone here to observe that. Wait.
Many are here. Still. It does not seem
or feel how it would feel
if I were one of them. I feel much
like me, but gone. Who is observing
that I am gone.
It must be me. And the only place
for that to happen is here, and the only time
is now...therefore I AM
Here.
Hey! Thanks Descartes!
It just doesn't feel how it would feel
if I were. This must be what parties
always feel like. I guess
I forget between parties
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