A self-epistemological nightmare

I often find I wonder
If I really thought I knew
Perhaps in my imagination
I thought I heard you say
That you thought I thought
You had dreamt it
Or so you heard someone say
All this thinking isn’t good for me
I think I thought today
Can I ever be sure of anything?
If only I knew I knew
And if I can’t remember
Does that mean I don’t know?
What you said and meant earlier
Should I believe either of the two?
So much for our cortex
And our ability to reflect
What’s the point of thinking?
When you don’t know
If what you think you know is true?
Copyright © 2012 Vicky Newham. All Rights Reserved.


About Vicky Newham

Vicky Newham is a writer, living in Whitstable, Kent. She writes crime fiction, psychological thrillers and science fiction. Her main projects are novels, but she also writes short stories, flash fiction, non-fiction articles and some poetry.
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