what we learn to believe
is we believe we can learn
but there are no facts
just perspectives
ideas birthed of ideas that remain stolen
these words mean nothing and hold no essence
they are just lines in the wake of a thought's presence
there is nothing to explain
but something in everything
we can not define this as we are not defined
what is word but a feeble excuse to ramble
and blather the incoherent sounds we wish
none of us know
yet believe we do
and the idea of our ignorance escapes us into a field of arrogance
and trivial perceptions of realities
reality is just a word
a word is just lines
but what do i know?