It is thought that tells me
I am there, you are there
This world is there
And perhaps there is God.
It is thought that tells me
These are my parents
These are my siblings
This is my wife
These are my children.
It is thought that tells me
This is my friend, that is my enemy.
It is thought that tells me
This is beautiful, that is ugly.
It is thought that tells me
This is a lion, that is a deer.
It is thought that tells me
This is spring, this is winter.
It is thought that tells me
I love her, she loves me
I love her, she does not love me
She loves me, I do not love her
We both hate each other.
It is thought that tells me
This is poetry, that is prose.
It is thought that tells me
This is the pesky Christian
That is the even peskier Muslim.
It is thought that tells me
This is truth, that is a lie.
And it is thought that tells me
I am bound
And I have to set myself free.
Know Thyself 