Numerology
I'm up then down, I'm all around
I'm unpredictable is what I've found
So my life path number is 3
I think.. hmmm yeah, this sounds like me
The class clown, who loves mankind
Too busy dancing, to walk a straight line
Painting the world with my vibrant thumb
A humble bow for the talents brung
Although I love this number three
And in ways it pegged me perfectly
It's clearly who I'd like to be
But the number seven divides me
The seven is in my soul
It describes my heart's desire
The remains of my inner coal
Precededing my 3's grand fire
It's who I am underneath
Behind my mask, before my flask
More "me" than you'll ever see
When I give in to the seven inside
Those around me gasp
Who is this person that runs to hide
Over a simple social task
They don't understand
I don't think that they can
Two toxic vibrations
Dwell in one man
A snowball in Hell
Yet here I stand
If you wonder what it feels like inside
I'll try and help you see
But brace yourself for a bumpy ride
The life of a 7, dressed as a 3
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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