A solipsist took himself to task
The day he deigned to ask
All those living within his midst
Just who he was; did he exist.
His life had been, until today
Preordained in such a way
That there could be no doubt
‘He’ was what life was all about.
With seeds of doubt now sown
Our solipsist began to bemoan
That his thinking wasn’t exclusive
Others thoughts might be intrusive.
Since knowledge is not confined
To within the limits of one mind
How do you ascertain what’s truth
Who holds the burden of proof.
The ‘self alone’ does have a place
But, not for all the human race;
Yet, there are people out there
Who need solipsism’s rarefied air.