Numbers
When you're young, you don't understand much
and there's no one to ask for an explanation
you sit there in confusion trying to think
of how you will grasp the sitation
When you're troubled, there's not much to say
and there's no one to bare yourself to
you sit there in sadness waiting
for a way to have control and you
use the numbers as your guide through life
because surely they describe the chaos of life
and if you understand the numbers, you'll no longer need an explanation
and you won't need anyone to bear yourself to for your mind is cleared
This poem is about:
Me