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
its colorful shades
of grey;
its ever-present
And this life
is beautiful. 
  — bshivers 


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