A Solitary Solipsism

Can I know you? Can you know me?

I am not the person that you see If you think it’s really me.

I’m not the words you read, They are symbols that mislead.

Did some lapsed synapses form you? How can you be sure the words I’ve told you transcend the hoards of syllables teased randomly, Or tapped timorously, on keys?

I’m not the rhythms that you’ve found. By none of them I’m bound.

Of me, I’m sure; of you, I’m not. Your eyes and mind and other minds I cannot know. I own my world, I can only see within.

Only I can really know How deep my feelings go.

You’re not the person that you are As far or near as you may be. It isn’t me you really see.

The only thing that’s certain Is the shadows on the curtain Of my mind.