Having embarked on a journey of thought
Leaving a harbor of reality.
I theorize my existence
As just a possibility.
For where does thought come from
But from knowledge of life.
A new born baby is aware of life
Having felt the slap that brought him breath.
He has a thinking process expressed in pain
And happiness in his smile indicates contentment.
Can he go outside his thoughts and think?
Sure when he's hungry he cries for attention.
Is life an illusion that comes from pre existence,
Where realism does not exist,
For to exist it would become real
And be subject to human thought?
Such a journey evolves from nothing,
As reality has no meaning.
Therefore there is no harbor I left from,
As thought itself involves a thinking reality.