But what is real and what is not?
So many disagree.
And what of that we’re told is just
Perhaps these things are just the things
Which haven’t yet to be
Because no one has cared to think
Sufficiently to see.
When I am dared to think about
It seems I can’t because I think
Of them successfully.
I’ll share my proof with those who care,
But now I must decree,
Indeed, if I can think of it,
It’s real. It’s come to be.
It’s seems to me the truth of it
Is that there cannot be,
At least for those who think at all,