My math proofs are just as circular as my belief in God.

It seems no real studying gets done unless I solve a millennium prize.

Simply put my life is ruled by numbers  
Digits by the dozens in screaming color

People asking how was your SAT, ACT?
Don’t be shy, go on tell us
You better have gotten over a 30
Or a string of numbers 1500 above

The concept of clocks striking six, twelve, perhaps one
Stressing to be early has already begun
Alarms ringing, time frames narrowing, dictating much of my seeing  

Algebra, geometry, chemistry galore
Maths of all sorts are sometimes a bore

The weight of a newborn, hoped to be a seven
A timely occurrence, the baby down from Heaven
  
A social security number
Rings out like a thunder
While the hospital collects its plunder

The road to expertise first means that only one concept must be right to prove a solution.
Like leading a child on its way.

Reading math shall become as easy as reading spoken language.
To question comprehension is only natural until higher degrees of practice are obtained.
That's why I have dictionaries and thesauruses for spoken tongue, and why I have textbooks and the Internet for maths.

Math notations are complexified simply to add more words to the math language.

Math does not enjoy English grammar, like paragraphs and complete sentences.

Math is the most complex musical instrument.
(Fumble)

The creator of math must be seen as logic and not inspiration or God.
When these three are confused there is no solution.

If I can make a logical pattern with the elements of a problem which is better than what I had before attempting it, then I've "solved" it.
At least for now.