Everyday. I sit with you In a never ending sea Of algebra two.
How I wish we were as simple As solving these problems. One question at a time. With an answer, Or many answers, Or no answer at all.
Now that I think about it, This isn't that simple. This doesn't always have an answer. Are we pi? A never ending, irrational number?
Well, I am definitely irrational, Being with you. But maybe you, Maybe us, Is the only real Thing I would really find happiness in. I know you feel that way too.
I'll be pi with you, Pi is real. Pi is something. Pi exists.