Skepticism

Exhausted from these abstract questions I sit still and call it today’s art 

For all I know I’m dreaming, this scepticism starting to sound like Descartes’ 

Cogito ergo sum might be the source of this stress, 

Like I two edged sword I continue to think nevertheless 

Like a remote button I press rewind  

I start to analyse and unpick, with microscopic precision  

With the hope of finding some truth in the mix 

Some truth in the motion 

Moving motion, rolling ocean these questions feel unstoppable 

So I stop 

I attempt to drop  

these dilemmas 

Still, there must be some truth in the mix 

Must be some truth in this motion 

Perspectives fuel this scepticism and catalyse erosion to my, 

If truth exists alone, to the sides of each story, how can there be two? 

At the root of different climate and soil there is a fresh world view 

I’m used to all the same, in the midst of a smile I’m questioning my questions but to the masses I seem sane 

Pitter patter pitter patter the rain continues 

Just like the questions that I have  

 like the answers I have collected 

like the advice I have listened but by choice have not accepted 

like the dilemmas that pertain to human existence 

I’m existing, and I want to live while I’m living 

I pray for peace of mind because it seems like I’m living with an inner critic  

That covers itself in the euphemism of scepticism.