Metaexis

Exactly, this is why I think.
I think I'm here or maybe there.
I think a thought that comes from where?
Exactly sure what word I thought
A reason, this or that be sought
And why I chose is so absurd
For it could change, as does a word.
So, in attempt to create reason,
To justify, knowing the season, I
Therefore give my ego raison'd etre
And think my choice must be right, etc.
The outer me is an identity
Which can cause the loss of serenity.
But I am responsible, the choice I make
So, I go within, for heaven's sake.