Proof

Once In a maths exam I proved the world was heart-shaped And we but floating points of light Blinding one another I proved that one was three And nought infinity That God Was the colour purple And that if you believed The sun would fall in golden blisters The sky would melt at your touch Nothing is real Screamed my formula Cold, hard logic Shattered Why do I even breathe? But then they told me That I’d forgotten to cross-multiply And that my theory My realisation Was WRONG A crimson cross wiped out my truth Bloody slashes in my soul Destroyed by a silly rule But now When the mundane engulfs me And shallow monotony threatens to break me I remember That fractions are a human invention And the world seems a little less real than before No number can restrict my dreams