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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