He Doesn't Know

He didn't think he was all that smart,
Because there's so much he doesn't know.
More than that, he would say,
He didn't know anything.
Actually, he revels in thinking,
Every fact is merely a suspicion.
Absolute knowledge closes all doors,
While "what ifs" allow for creativity.
He suspects he's sitting there,
Living, breathing, and seeing.
But what if he were just an amoeba,
With a huge imagination,
Capable of creating the world he lives in.
The next question he asks,
Is why would he chose this one,
But that's another story.

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My Poetry  (E) Come as you are. #2034965 by Rhychus