Uncertainty
Grow frustrated all you please,
A lunatic among psychopaths,
And lucid among the sane.
A philosopher among logicians,
And a realist among radicals.
At no point will the pieces fit.
Silent amongst the mutes,
While eloquent amongst the verbose.
Inert amongst the dormant,
While tireless amongst the enterprising.
Eventually becoming an eternal blur,
An enigma amidst the paradoxical,
Yet evident amidst the axiomatic.
An anagram amidst the palindromes,
Yet decipherable amidst the coherent.
And no explanations will exist.
Unearthly betwixt the celestial,
However, realizable betwixt the applicable.
Complex betwixt the labyrinthine,
However, basic betwixt the elementary.
An answer never found.
An addiction amid an obsession,
Howbeit, noncompulsory amid the avoidable.
An annoyance amid an irritation,
Howbeit, pleasure amid contentment.
Who have I become?
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