when a school boy
you loved
the finite numbers
of math.
the exactness
of equations being
solved. the puzzle
being worked
and answered.
but real life
is different, the numbers
are smudged.
the products
and sums are
hidden
and mysterious,
ever changing.
each year holding
another answer.
but your pencil
is sharpened
you keep at it.
you loved
the finite numbers
of math.
the exactness
of equations being
solved. the puzzle
being worked
and answered.
but real life
is different, the numbers
are smudged.
the products
and sums are
hidden
and mysterious,
ever changing.
each year holding
another answer.
but your pencil
is sharpened
you keep at it.
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