DISCARTES by Tom Jensen
I hear whispers from the lost souls of man
Questioning everything that I think that I am
So I do not think therefore I am not…
Part of the problem or solution
Since my character no longer
Plays any role in the plot
It is then my mind reminds me
I have no memory
And there was something else…
But I forgot
Today, what is not needed it gets deleted
Just as in ancient times
When translated, annihilated
Just meant defeated
No, not just the soldier in retreat
But his dog, his flag and his whole family
I hear whispers…
Voices unknown to me
Hence I fall back into a dream-like state
Looks like everything will have to wait
Living in a dream…
To wake up one must fall asleep
Returning to reality…
Close your eyes as the same process repeats
Peace!