And then he asked me.
What do you think?
and I sit, still,
in my own mind
pondering the weight of the question
What do I say? How can I explain?
that all I know and all that I have seen
I have seen before
have thought it through
but have never known
every yes holds a no and still
maybe holds no possibility
but perhaps a promise
that the sun and the moon
only measures time
but a mind has no such measurements
is held by no such bind
how does one convey
when philosophy is your god
and reason is just a means to an end....and this life is not real
when words are endless or simply a void
when all that you witness
when you can see it at all
can be skewed
by perception,
or was it?
And I know this
and I feel this
and when I think
What do I think?
I see that when I close my eyes
all my dreams are in color
are as limitless as my waking moments
and maybe, just maybe
I am just existing here
and maybe he is not
just sitting across from me
asking
What do you think?
So I say all that I can...
Nothing