Cogito, ergo sum
My mind, it is full of thoughts.
Of fires and of pansies, of war and of peace.
I see my hands, flowing across the keyboard.
I see the Earth with trees and houses and flowers.
That I think, that I can think, that perhaps, I exist.
Therefore, I am...
a human. Or am I a spirit?
a part of the physical world. Or did I create this?
tangible, and sensitive. Or did I imagine those soft clouds, those thorny vines?
...I am what?
As every being thinks
in my world and some others
when in despair, like everyone else.
You think, therefore you are.
I too, think, and therefore, I am.
I am like you...then why do you treat me like I am not?