I pondered long, with furrowed brow,
How do I know the things I know now?
Is my brain just guessing, or is it quite sure?
Is truth something solid, or something obscure?

Knowledge, the saying goes is power
It’s also confusing unless we scour
To see what’s authentic and what is false
Some must be taken with a pinch of salt

We read a book and now we know?
Hardly! There’s a long long way to go
Is it knowledge or belief?
Or conjecture in san serif ?

Select knowledge within social bubbles,
Outside there’s always contrary doubles.
Search outside for a different critique
Do the research and take a peek

So here I sit, in my epistemic fog,
Debating existence with my skeptical dog.
But whether I know or just hope in my sphere,
At least I’m quite sure… I’m sitting right here!

OR AM I ????