A complex thought

A complexity not so complex,
therefore i try to solely
for to begin one must end,
or come from the realm
of despair, where one not does be,
just exist in the mind of the creator,
where ideas are merely sorely
created by the thought itself

So do you exist?
of course you do, in which way...
is the doubt that comes to mind
for merely existing is not enough
a rock exist, but does not transend,
however how many mortals exist
without transending?
maybe were are of such kind?
but if your stangnant mind questions,
then i do not belive you are of this kind,

ideas exist but on by the mind
that created them i think not
for the intangible of ideas are perhaps
what makes an ideas so rich and bulletproof
as one well known maskmen once said
before remembering the fith of november
and ideas are not the doubt
that i intend to create
just dissipate the meaning
on the verses of hypocrisy

At last i come to and end,
perhaps not the end itself,
but the end of this idea nontheless
that i have come to concibe,
and whether i know this is mine or not,
it does not matter for information is public
and if i have to influence you in any way,
then this imitation of life with no direction
perhaps mirrored an emotion ,
of wich name i will not tell
for names are only words that limitate the actions
and encapture them in paradoxes, of �knowledge�
that were not mean to be! or
named the way they where
so in this intend i say goodbye, or farewell ,
for good bye to steriotyped may be
but well used on the literacy of everyday!