The Unsolved Equation

There’s a math problem that lingers, unsolved,

a puzzle of numbers that twists and turns,

its edges sharp, its center dark,

like a riddle whispered in the wind.

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We’ve tried every formula, every proof,

drawn lines in chalk, erased them in doubt.

The variables dance, just out of reach,

taunting us with their silent truths.

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Theorems crumble, logic bends,

yet the answer slips through our fingers,

a ghost in the labyrinth of thought,

a mystery that defies our grasp.

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In its depths, we find not failure but wonder,

a testament to the limits of reason,

where the unknown hums with possibility,

and the unsolved problem becomes the poem.