My senses cheat me in the waking day,The stick looks bent within the water’s glass.The brightest colors fade to dullest grey,And solid structures turn to shifting gas.Perhaps a demon tricks my waking mind,And paints a world that never truly was;To leave me stumbling, paralyzed and blind,Confusing the effect with phantom cause.Yet even if my entire world is deceit,And nothing real meets my open eye,This very doubt secures my own concrete,For something must exist to tell the lie.Though all external truth should slip away,I think, therefore I am, remains to stay.
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