I measure the world in lines and in light,
In patterns, in reason, in wrong and in right.
Each question I weigh, each thought I contain,
Yet some truths slip past me, defy my domain.

I shield my own heart, keep the tides at bay,
For emotions are puzzles that cloud and betray.
And still, in the quiet, a whisper intrudes,
A longing for wonder that breaks through my moods.

I chart every star, I map every sea,
Yet mysteries linger, unclaimed, haunting me.
I want to feel fully, to let currents run,
To know the strange warmth that cannot be done.

So I watch, I discern, I hold, and I wait,
For logic to bend at the edge of fate.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to embrace
The questions unanswerable, the touch of grace.