As I sit in front of the feared book
mocking me with it's elaborative examples
of reminders
reminding me of all that I can't do...
the x's and the y's programs my brain
forcing an instant recall of memories
about all my ex's and my why's
and as I fail exercise after exercise
I start doubting my rationality...
What is the probability that
I , am nothing more than a common denominator??
the truth is, that while trying to figure out the identities
of sin, cos and tan...
I realise that my own is not yet figured out...
I am still lost somewhere in the Cartesian plane...
I have no hope for passing my exam tomorrow...
my sleepless nights are haunted by the statistics
, and the improbabilities that make up life
as we know it...
but that's okay
because I am not analytical...
I am not mathematical...
I am just lost between the letters and the numbers
of a world I will never understand...
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
As I sit in front of the feared book
mocking me with it's elaborative examples
of reminders
reminding me of all that I can't do...
the x's and the y's programs my brain
forcing an instant recall of memories
about all my ex's and my why's
and as I fail exercise after exercise
I start doubting my rationality...
What is the probability that
I , am nothing more than a common denominator??
the truth is, that while trying to figure out the identities
of sin, cos and tan...
I realise that my own is not yet figured out...
I am still lost somewhere in the Cartesian plane...
I have no hope for passing my exam tomorrow...
my sleepless nights are haunted by the statistics
, and the improbabilities that make up life
as we know it...
but that's okay
because I am not analytical...
I am not mathematical...
I am just lost between the letters and the numbers
of a world I will never understand...
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