Skepticism Poem by Carolynne Moore

I can't be sure
Whether I experience the magnificent death or
Whether I live through hell
I can't be sure
About the move my fingers make
Rhytmically scribbling indecipherable letters
I can't be sure
If the breath I take isn't the last time I fill my lungs or
If they'll burn to ashes
And I can't know
What's going to happen next
And I can't know
Whether it will be the best
But maybe
Some time
If I had to choose
I would take uncertainty over a prescripted life
Maybe I am such a fool and such a coward
That I'd rather leave it this way, instead of having to let go of the prospect
Of my theories
And maybe I don't want to know which of the voices
Living in my head
Tells me the truth.