imitation game

the other's mind is more than one can know
it might be all projections on our part
deductively, we're stuck at "cogito"
extrapolating both a mind and heart
each mind's alone, at sea on the wide world
our neurons might be firing on a lark
but no one dwells on that when boy meets girl
to make some fun communing in the dark
if there's no world "out there", all action's vain
and there's no reason to get out of bed
no value in my pleasure, or my pain
if this construction's all inside my head
philosophizing's fun, 'til it turns bad
to doubt there's one to love, could drive one mad