One,
Two Three…
Numbers embody infinity
Abundance, repetition, fertility,
Patterns and dimensions
And I lose myself in equations
I lose myself in a brain
That needs to exercise structure and rhythm,
I don’t think we can think
Without our structured rhythms –
If they are disrupted then so become we
Just like types of ADD
I’m not talking about brilliant asymmetries,
Such as intricate power chords
Played in the best heavy metal music
I’m saying I lose concentration
When there’s fast moving animation
By the side of text columns I’m trying to read,
It doesn’t seem to go together
I’m saying 3D eye glasses separate me
From my body’s gravity center
And I prefer to be humble in the face of my nature
As best as I can
I prefer to walk under our real sky
Filled with infinite stars
I prefer to keep my head
On my own shoulders and feet on the ground
And be an infinite thinker within the bounds
Of my physical body because I know
The mind eventually always breaks free
And I don’t need to cheat myself to believe
There’s another way out
mideastsun 