Numbers

Wed, 10/12/2016 - 01:08 -- Alex_Me

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

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