Trust Your Unfiltered Net

UNFILTERED NET

Is your mind made up,

Who made up your mind,

All those passing faces from the ridiculous to the sublime,

But you are not an island,

Those words create images in your thinking,

Every stimuli is subconsciously sinking,

To form your world view,

but is it you?

I watch my parents,

I watch my friends,

I listen to the T.V.,

I wonder about the end,

I am everyone I ever met,

I am speaking others words,

I cast out my net,

It is dragged out and drifting,

for clues I am sifting,

To find what is left.

I don’t turn to myself for guidance and direction,

Everyone knows best,

As they offer advice with certainty,

It seems that it is true,

But when I dig beneath the argument,

It seems they never knew,

The truth about me and you.