Like a quantity divided by zero, I am undefined.

I am cognition in your mind.

I slip through your fingers when you try to figure me out.

You and I are very alike, we are not what we think we are, and are

what we think we are not--we are all in limbo, not chicken limbo.

You try to define me and through my actions your intuition is guided,

but it leads to a dead end, as soon as you try to comprehend.

I alone know who I am, let's not pretend, and learn to be authentic.

A world full of lies mixed with a self-knowledge which rest on an unstable

foundation will lead this nation straight into oblivion.

Know thyself, said the great thinkers, and strive to be good.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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