Reality to ponderA Poem by GrayA small poem that does not make much sense. At least i am ConsciousDespite my age a soul to be a soul to wander a soul to flee a soul to wonder of what to be of what exactly makes me Me? I ponder the knowledge that is yet to be shared As my psyche simply glares as it's somewhat in despair as my cognitive stability wears I grow weary at the thought I sit and ponder what is yonder of what I know is reality what exactly is after I am me? Humans of science lend me your ears my conscience brings me to tears it is constantly one of my greatest fears A matter of spirituality? Or one of dignity? It is not too clear to me. Of what came first? enlightenment or cognitive empathy? Not a matter of simplicity My questions go unanswered woe to me to my conscious and to my sanity. I sit and stare at my hands twitching my fingers my only command to regain what is at hand on my mind Consciousness level 2 leaves me rather blue I sit and ponder of others do they strive for my same goal? Am i alone in this role? Do i sing a lonely song? One of reality? Or is all that is around me a fantasy? I sit and ponder What is consciousness? and what is the art of pondering?
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