Undefinable

I do not have to worry about letting anyone down or fitting into anyone's mold-for there
is no mold that can contain me. You cannot put me in a box yet neither can I be framed.
I am a work of art...but one never meant to be left hanging on a wall. I am a living piece
of art. Many words are used to describe me, but beauty and majesty cannot be uttered
through mere words. The only way to see me or comprehend the concept of me is to
encounter me. Even then, I am more than a concept. I am a way of life, and a style is me.
Undefinable by this world and even the world unseen; for I am more than these things.

I am waiting. I am moving. I am dancing. I am patiently and inpatiently sitting. I am alive.
I am more than life, but I am not alive by myself.

When I feel dead to myself i live in my dreams. I make my dreams realities, and I make
reality seem like a dream.

I perplex the most knowledgeable of scholars, and I astound the most skilled of artists.

A dictionary cannot define me. Nor can a painting or a photograph.

Words have tried for years to limit me to what others said I was, but I have broken past
that jail cell. I have set myself free.

Free does not even define me. Nor does idealistic.

I am not to be categorized.

I am not classifiable.

Unique does not even cut it.

Real is a good word for me. But even that does not compare to the reality of me.

I am invincible. My heart is made of steel and yet as delicate as a wet painting. I am as
easily stained aw wet porcelain, but I am rugged as a rock.

I tried to tell you, I perplex the best puzzle workers.

I am a problem that cannot be solved. There is no formula to solve my equation. Yet I
am not even a mere problem.

I am the solution for many problems...yet I am not a solution to be used.

I am a song to be sung, but one that can never be written.

I am the epitome of faith, yet I am the root of reason.

I am wisdom that is bestowed upon me...but I am as foolish as a child.

I am unbreakable...yet so easily broken.

I tried to tell you. I cannot be defined, but you did not believe me.

I am doing my best to put me on paper, but even paper and pen are not the correct
medium to capture my meaning or message.

My life is a life of life (as much sense as that makes).

I am the best of jokes and the most impactful quote.

I am as stretchable as a rubber band, but as stubborn as a stain on white canvas.

You cannot eraese (scratch that) erase me but my impact keeps coming back like
weeds in your front lawn for all to see.

I am as silly as dyslexia. I am as hair-brained as a scarecrow.

I cannot spell words sometimes (as proven previously and left for example) but I am
as eloquent as Frost.

I am as white as snow but as free flowing as the ocean.

I am as seasonal as the weather.

I am as harsh as frostbite but as gentle as a butterfly.

I can fly away, yet I can walk one step at a time.

I spread my wings slowly but rashly with wisdom in proper time.

I cannot be summed up.

I am unforgettable.

I am undefinable.

I am a paradox.