Who am I? A question I could probably spend years answering. I am complex as I am wise, but never wise enough to answer such a question, merely because, I cannot be defined. I am an unsolved Rubik's cube, with endless combination's of colors, that with one turn, turn into another. I am more than who you think I am, because as you think it, I have already changed, and once I get all figured out,
I will change again.
I thought it would look better in a poem:
Who am I?
A question I could probably
spend years answering.
I am complex as I am wise,
but never wise enough
to answer such a question,
merely because, I cannot be defined.
I am an unsolved Rubik's cube,
with endless combinations of colors,
that with one turn,
turn into another.
I am more than who you think I am,
because as you think it,
I have already changed,
and once I get it all figured out,
I will change again.
qk
I will change again.
I thought it would look better in a poem:
Who am I?
A question I could probably
spend years answering.
I am complex as I am wise,
but never wise enough
to answer such a question,
merely because, I cannot be defined.
I am an unsolved Rubik's cube,
with endless combinations of colors,
that with one turn,
turn into another.
I am more than who you think I am,
because as you think it,
I have already changed,
and once I get it all figured out,
I will change again.
qk
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