Nature Knows No I

I am, therefore I think

I have and I have not

I was and will be

And still as the rivers flow on

All of nature seems to laugh at me

I am none of these things

I cannot be

The ocean floats on

Ever so be

What is real is not the problem

I am not myself

I am not solemn

I can be what I will be

And yet I wonder who am I

Will I cease when I die

The question is not the answer

The riddle is the question

Because when I thought for myself

I lost all my sense to reason

As I echo in and out of consciousness

I learn what I am

And yet I learn nothing