All I Need is Knowing I Can Never Know

Though I am alive and percieve the world,

how does the world percieve me is unknown.

How do you know?

Given your senses are delusional and manipulative.

Maybe everything is constructed by your brain.

Maybe you are not even alive.

We are stranded on our little island of knowing,

that we will never know.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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