I was thinking about thinking and
I have concluded that thinking, in its entirety-
Is rudimentary and inconclusive
thus by inhibiting thinking I've been informed
that by having no believes i am sub par-
sub-sequentially, innate
I have since then come to believe,
that i will believe everything that is-
inadversly nothing
what have you now naysayer?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though provoking piece of writing. I suppose it would be nice not to have to think at all. But my brain never switches off, always thinking, thinking, thinking. One of the bains of life. Nicely put.