I am everything and nothing.
A paradox like a devout heterodox.
A comparable parable that is indeed fallible.
Always walking but somehow still.
Forever sated, yet I never ate my fill.
Positive, negative, south and north,
completely impossible, so on and so forth.
Feels like two brains in my head.
I feel lighter than air yet weighed down by lead.
I honestly don't know what I am anymore,
just don't call me human, that I abhor.