Exalting myself existentially just because I exist,
Deducing Descartes dilemmas with a little twist,
Pragmatically pondering life purely for the pursuit,
Feel fallen philosophers fateful thoughts and I follow suit.
Who is really here are they really real,
Like a flower trying to perceive the field.
Do I achieve eternity after enduring the life I live,
Possibly the only piece preserve present in my kids,
All I analyze doesnt seem so clear,
Know because I'm thinking this that I am here,
Is it impossible to infer if an intellectual created me,
Feeling that life could be a fabricated fantasy.
If I put to paper what I ponder,
I can posit by a preponderance of evidence that it exists too,
And if your sentient and in this dimension,
it's my way of reaching out to you.