A revaluation occurred
just the night before
an answer that I could not see
an answer that I could not bore.
It all started
with the simple number 8
at first it did not seem significant
at first it did not seem to translate.
Gradually and gradually
It began to haunt my life
and I began to wonder about it
and it provoked me like a knife.
I watched many flicks
and went to the gym
I did everything I could
I did everything on a whim.
Just to forget
the blinding and boundless pain
that you have brought upon me
that you sought to make me drain.
One movie stood out
and it eased my depression.
I then continued on with my days
I then continued with my aggression.
That movie had a scene
about seeing the solution out of a problem
Could you be the problem I've faced?
Could I live with out them?
Again I thought nothing of it
and week after week went
the number 8 persisted
the number 8 made me vent.
So then, So then
On a drive, in the night
to the city, with my best music
playing to my minds sight.
The answer hit me right when recalling the movie Patch Adams.
How Arthur Mendelson tought Patch
about seeing the good in every day.
How to get out of the depth of drought
Out of fear, conformity or laziness.
and then I thought:
Annie was my problem
I've sought out for a solution
but I was too focused on the problem
and could not look beyond.
In Patch Adams the answer was 8
To see what nobody else sees
To see what everybody chooses NOT to see.
See the world anew each day.
That's when it hit me like a punch to the gut.
The combination of "Big Fish" finale music,
"Patch Adams",
Annie,
8,
I worked it out in my brain.
Was no longer driving me insane.
That this divine message
of constantly seeing number 8,
was not a lucky number,
nor a date.
Nor a month,
or a time frame.
Just a reminder
to not be lame.
If I died tomorrow
what would I leave behind?
Cannot be this willowing self-pity.
What would people say of me?
That my last few months were ******?
So whether it was God, Allah, or a cosmic sign
Annie is the problem, and my solution I must see past.
The 8 was telling me to move on, no more should I whine.
I should no longer look to the past.
Infinitely this sign fed itself
and made complete utter sense.
I am strong, and full of love.
None of which to you I give.
No more, No more.
No no, not any more...
