Answers and Questions (a poem)
It must be convenient
having all the answers.
Yet, here I am drowning
in these questions.
And every answer discovered
leads to still more.
They never cease
their endless ebb and flow.
This is life.
The world
and its magnificent
ambiguity;
its colorful shades
of grey;
its ever-present
uncertainty.
And this life
is beautiful.
— bshivers
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