ShhhI have a secret
You might not know it
But I am truly perfect
It is an idea I have
I thought it, it must be right?
I created my own universe
This echo chamber of perfection
Or am I deceived?
I think so sometimes
I now live in a place
A solipsistic paradise
As I idolize my own views
When I see an idea in others
I think they are wrong
It isn't just me
It happens every day
Is it ludicrous to assume by reason
Or believe with intuition
That by my agreement
With a form of thought
It shall become the best
Or maybe notBy doing so perhaps
I make things worse
No one can read a mind
None of us are divine
So why can't we see things new
As if from a different milieu
Or even another person's view?
