I strike you in plain text

I'm hitting people's heads with open text I'm still trying to dislodge this ancient junk But either I'm weak or stupid, Thoughts are constantly missing the mark They say the sun is where it should be They say nothing can be changed They tell me to quit and go home, To stop bothering with this nonsense

Thoughts and judgments wander, Shooting without warning A very strange creature, Consciousness

Some really want to know, And some want to live So I wonder whether to be or not to be If I'm here today, I'm gone tomorrow If there are thoughts somewhere, then this is for you