It is as if their odds were divided by zero,
The chances of me being “normal” are quite… impossible.
Look at me from different angles
And beware of my varied sides,
I cannot comprehend life’s matters unless they’ve got a
Study - guide.
I am not cold-blooded! I am not alone!
This knowledge digs into my tissues and my bones.
My body is bound to free-fall.
But I will not step into my sepulcher until I…
Experiment it all!
Nothing compares to the smell of a successful experiment’s
It is the scent of home.
I know it all! Ah yes! I know it all!
These books shall not elude my hands
Until I wear that pall!
I draw my exes and find answers for my whys.
I can calculate the increasing velocity
Of people’s lies.
I make the irrational seem rational and
My feelings might be fractional.
But what good could love offer me?
It does not value my “signs” or even solve my functions.
It does not re-collect the atoms of my being… It is not a junction!
What good could friends offer me?
They do not give me “pies” or even certainty!
Some wish to decrease my acidity…
If only someone could lessen my “concentration”
Then perhaps I shall become dilute,
For I am nothing but an unwanted residue…
I am nothing but a science brute.