A kind of madness overtakes my brain,
Distracting me, in every waking hour.
I feel it ever pulling me in twain;
My greatest weakness, once it was my pow’r.
Observe, on some topic both deep and dense,
My tendency to split right at the joint;
“The way you see the world, it does make sense,
Yet still I can’t dismiss the counterpoint.”
This empathy, and willingness to drink
From different wells of knowledge, helps convey
The truths about the world, just as I think.
So why’s it always feel like like I betray?
I know which answer’s right, and which to cull,
Can quote with certainty what’s relevant,
And yet a voice speaks out inside my skull:
“You’re grasping one part of the elephant,
But missing pieces; this I shall correct!
You must allow new truths to guide your view!
This fact you lean on, might be quite suspect…”
Where once I had a mind, I now have two.
Not quite naive, nor badly misinformed,
I see your point of view, and see it clear.
But if you ask me what views I have formed
I won’t come down on either side, I fear.
My ship of mind asail on seas most brave
In search of truths; I hoped I might survive.
But here I sail on endless ocean waves
In all directions, never to arrive.
I want to know what’s true, and yet I’ve found
The facts, on each side fit as I select.
Incompatible narratives abound;
The same fact, viewed askew, may well reflect
The points of view of both my inner minds.
One mind may see some bug as true feature,
And argue strongly; still the other finds
Nightmare actu’lized by this same creature.
Each truth may have broad interpretations
And with new evidence, I feel a surge,
Drives my brain to vi’lent undulations;
I’m not convinced this series will converge.
And if it shan’t, I may be cast away
Without epistemological raft
To keep my shattered brain from giving sway;
The crashing waves just might split me in half.
Some say the world is infinitely vast,
That new truths lie beyond each setting sun.
And yet, I hope before my life is past
My minds, in but a flash, may be as One.