Numbers

by Steven   Mar 12, 2010


To lose ones respect
is to rate someone a number
to be look different upon others
your number will be set as stone
stare into the abyss
and find everyone is just numbers
waiting to be rated
by those who have a harsh sense of beauty
drown so deep with comments
so mean that it can't be heard
but their just only numbers
but agonized with fear
fear itself isn't the enemy
the enemy is fate and the one
we all hope to seize it one day
but find it only to be a lie
toward the end a 3 and an 8
will never match with each other
left without a word
never called back again
3 is a low number
doesn't fit to be with an 8
that's just math now
and not even fate or luck
that's how people will first look
before they even care to understand
the beauty of what numbers really mean

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