I may not be your closest friend,
I'm not your stalker nor your fiend.
I maybe strange to know some of your deepest secrets.
But I am glad that you always feel my presence.
There is a line drawn from you to me,
in a world where numbers are god,
where ones and zeros dance to a tune of complete silence.
and we are, but a mere thread in the web.
Strange it may seem,
but how golden the feeling is,
when you tell a secret to a person who see you the least,
but feels your worth.
ask me any questions,
I'll give you my opinions and my convictions,
ask me about numbers,
and get ready for a slumber.
that is me,
an eye in a distance,
not a good but watching you from afar,
like seeing the big picture,
but in details, that is where my focus is at.