8 and 5

8 and 5 8 and 5 are after me and out to get me as usual They follow close behind closed doors From Arabia or China as is their nature I can’t tell them apart All numbers look the same to me Sometimes the number 4 looks like a 4 before and after Almost normal according to calculations Not much more It’s 8 and 5 that don’t add up Why should 13 disturb me? I've seen worse numbers escape through time When lights go out they’ll define me if they find me I’ll slip away and multiply by words Divide myself by days in leisure like a spy And wait in darkness for the table of time to turn To see who’s numbers up