I am an i.


I'm a bundle of conflictions
It is my quiet affliction

My soul asks me to think
The more I do, the more I sink

Into grey clouds of apathy
Attempting to consume me.

In mathematics, when you see
An equation resembling me,


The equation is very long
But the answer isn't strong.

I might just make you sigh
Because I am an i.

Imaginary. Thats what the i means.
Or impossible, like magic beans.


I am the i, that odd one.
The one that's really none.

Its something we don't know
But we hope time and work will show

Some remarkable answer someday
And that i might help along the way

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