Sometimes I wonder when I’m talking with you
If it is just myself that I’m talking to
Or when I look away you might disappear
And if when I look back you just reappear
Or when you look away from me and I can’t see your face
I think your face is gone and there is nothing in its place
And when you’re not around or walk out the door
I think you just cease to exist anymore
Or maybe I’m the one that vanishes every time you blink
And maybe these aren’t even my thoughts and this is what you think
Or maybe we are being thought in someone else’s head
“It is possible that we are being thought” is what Nietzsche said
Or possibly there are two thinkers who are thinking at the same time
And they’re thinking independently about us and their thoughts combine
Which would allow us to be separate thoughts but yet still be one
And that could mean you are the same thought as me even when I’m gone
Or maybe I’m just a person who is thinking of something complicated As when Descartes said “I think therefore I am” so our thoughts could be related
But that implies because I think ; that this is all I really am
Which would make me just a thought, just a thought inside a man
Or was Descartes just a thought of mine thinking about how I feel?
A thought within a thought that thought ‘because I think I must be real’
Creativity
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Ha! I can relate to this poem. Sometimes my own thoughts start out on the uppermost surface and dwindle down into deeper levels about various subjects, perhaps drawing on things I’ve read or learned about in the past.
I also really enjoyed the flow of your poem! It’s fun.