I Doubt I Am

I think therefore I am.
But am I?
Yes, I think.
But thinking of thinking
brought me to
the brink.

How can I know if
I am real?
Perhaps I'm being dreamed.
Perhaps everything I thought
there was, wasn't
what it seemed.

I don't know if I am
here, but I think
I am, you see?
And thinking that
my thoughts exist,
is good enough for me.

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