A plate of predictable paranoia…
(kinda like angel hair pasta of the mind)
Are you there?
am I here?
are you who you say?
am I who I think?
just cause I see your picture, read your comments,
does that necessarily prove you exist?
exist to me that is, let alone yourself?
I could be living in a world bereft of all human life,
as could you all, that is to assume, you all exist,
beyond that of this site,
for if you don’t who the hell am I writing too?
where am I , where are you?
what am I, what are you, too?
am I weird, definitely, but are you weird too?
again, definitely, anyone who writes has got to be.
is there a camera inside this computer?
looking back at me, watching me, spying on me?
is this my life, do I have a life, maybe in reality,
I just need a wife, someone to make me feel,
I am me, you are you, this is life and this is real…