Number me zero But please, take no offense My body requires What the mind can’t make sense
Number me zero Not two minus two Nonexistent; unable To spend time with you
Number me zero I simply cannot commit The soul and heart earns Yet the ability’s spent
There are some lucky days When you can number me one When twitches and trembles and the pain seems all done.
These are glorious days When normality flows I feel I belong from my head to my toes
Please always remember When you cannot perceive The cancellations and distance are not you, they’re me.
The physical and mental will kink without warning When I cannot achieve It is I, that is mourning.
So number me zero If that is what you must do **I’d rather you number me zero, Than pretend the untrue.
To Debra and those that take personal and cannot conceive that my ability for consistency, simply can't be achieved. I miss your friendship. Lori Jean Vance 02/13/2011