Daegan Buckner


Cogito Ergo Sum (I Think Therefore I Am)


All I know,
Is what I feel,
And hear,
The sounds of anything near,
My vision is warped,
Muddled by the bending light,
And strange reflection,
All I say,
Is what I am taught,
By others corrupted minds,
I am subject to,
All this benign kindness,
And false expression,
But through thick and thin,
I haved changed,
And developed,
My own distinct personality,
Cogito Ergo Sum

I am,
Who I am,
I never have a plan,
I am a dog,
Chasing cars,
I wouldn't know what to do,
If I ever caught one,
I am unlike all the others,
With their dull intuition,
I think with my head clear,
Even when I risk all that is dear,
I am different,
I am here,
Cogito Ergo Sum

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 02, 2013

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