An Unsolvable Problem

There exists an unsolvable problem.

A wound that cannot heal.

It numbs you up and destroys you with time.

You may try to escape the numbness

And ponder the riddle.

There will be no answer

But only the pain of its existence.

There exists a promise

To free you of this problem

Made by one who left long ago

But claims to be there.

A master of equations

But miscalculates

And so tries in vain.

But there exists a life outside of riddles and equations:

A life with no substance

Yet which can entertain

And blind you from the truth,

And you can dwell in shallow peace

Having forgotten the sting of the pain

And only knowing numbness.

And so I wait in ignorant bliss

Discontent, but alive

Until the promisor follows through

Or I am destroyed by time.