Uncertainty
The world is full of certainties
I can't argue with that
But I can say that it is based on
The world being a certainty itself
All that people know and do
Is based just upon five things:
Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch
Nothing else helps us in that
Even the senses were discovered
With the help of themselves
And who can tell they really exist?
Nobody knows, nobody cares
We think, of course, that all this world
Is real, our senses tell us that
But the only reason senses are real
Is because the mind makes them seem like that
We are born, our senses too,
The mind starts picking up information
It's the only thing the mind has
It's the only explanation
That's the only reason why we know this is real
But even if it was, t'would make no difference
The things we touch and feel so much may really be outside
But where we really feel them is in the head, inside
What fundamental certainty does anyone really know?
I believe I know one, a very important one
Even if all the outsides were really cleaned up, empty
We know that something does exist, the receiver, me
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