Dealing with reality,
nothing satisfies my thirst for knowledge.
Seemingly unending, my quest for answers,
my quest for self-deception.

I am the paradox:
a free-willed being prearranged.
No way to ascertain if I am real.

Used to know what to do,
but now it's time to admit I'm at a loss.
Addled and unsure how to discern between
truth and illusion.

This is the paradox:
the more I learn, the less I know.
No way of measuring the dephts of truth.