Tipping Point. Check!

As far as I can see,

For most of it that I hear

I know I'm here,

For there isn't another place where I should be, or maybe there is...

Considering that one believes I am,

But maybe I am not,

I can't be certain, until you observe

I’m not quizzical, that’s just what certain Physics portrays

I feel, I yearn, I crave

There’s a loop after loop, and in one there are many, and many more from there

Skewed in normal geometry,

Like an unfair dimensional play

The agony of loops, in my being, remain astray

They could but perhaps never lend reason,

Conflicts that arise in my pre-frontal cortex and limbic system,alike yet differently

Like open ends of a infinite straight chain,

One yields, the other casually denies

Layers build one after the other,

Structured in parallel and anti-parallel routines,

Almost like a second nature to them

So there is one, where I exist

And then there are many, where I may or may not be

In loops, and layers,in dimensions(one or many)

That you will see only if you observe

And perhaps make me be.