Poem
Dec 6, 2012, 1:40a - Poetry
I'm forced to believe the things I say,
Where is the will, in this way?
Confabulation abounds, disbeliefs sway,
Truth in memory, trust you say.
Trying to be aware the moment I no longer am,
Trying to catch myself, watch myself fall asleep,
Impossible.
(Written April 14, 2007)
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Adam Sanchez
- Dec 7, 2012, 11:50a
Richard Feynman performed many similar experiments on himself. This poem reminds me of him. Thanks.
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