You Read Poems But I Have Questions

Who are you? What do you think you are? How did you come to be? How do you know you know? Why learn what you learn? How do you claim you are right? How real are you in this world? I bother myself everyday To interrogate into the above Feeling I am here a mystery A trinity of body, mind, soul But a false unholy alliance Material but one with claims Claims to know what I don’t know Living in a borrowed world But with big projects to do With feeble hands, limited mind All I know for sure is that In this cosmos I am a speck What about you?