Just Some Highschool Math Problem

i am a possibility of many possibilities i am a ratio an indecisive factor in the rest of what this dimension has to offer the world is a top i spin it and predict the probability that the end will equal the means or perhaps surpass it even if i never surpass this muck-up these broken eardrums and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words and i don't even exist especially to the solipsists, nihilists and i no longer give a sh-- i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick oh i could have been a possibility but that possibility was so small that you'd need a magnifying glass and some tweezers i am rust, oxified and tearing up i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet i am lust, but never just enough i am bust i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain