We Don't Believe What We Believe

I don't believe it.
I'm dreaming again
Of doing something
With nothing
Of getting back in the game
I was really never in.

Silly brain. Dreams
Are for kids. Adults
Should have learned by now
Lala land is not
Such a very nice place,
Mostly somewhere scary
With happy endings for escapes.

What do we really think
Is really real, if we aren't
At all confident in our brains
Nor all their fine simulations?
I haven't met anyone yet
Who didn't espouse some convictions,
But when we dig underneath

Each others' conversations,
When we turn from our own opinions
To excavate the opinions of each other,
Again and again we discover
We don't believe what we believe we believe.