Variables onto themselves
Have no meaning;
Their voices not yet found.
Undefined is what we call them,
For that truly is what they are,
But people too might be this way.
Undefined is what I mean to say.
From our birth,
We are but a blank sheet,
An unwritten page
In the world around us.
Unlike a variable however,
It may seem
We are always undefined,
And no one can tell us we're not.
--CsMiREK
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