Finally

My epiphany came

-did you hear?

It's all becoming

almost clear.

I'm coming to know

that everything can't 

be quantified.

That there doesn't have to be

an answer.

That I could look for forever

and that still might not be long

enough.

That you don't have to say

"It's all black and white."

Or, "I see it in many shades

of gray."

Because who's to say

that there exists a way

to say what needs

to be said?

There might not even

be a word for

who I am.

So my answer doesn't exist

in some sort of infinite continuum

Never to be found

if I somehow play my cards

wrong.

I'll define myself

one way or another.

Because I'm not 

an answer to a question.

I'm a person.

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