2022.03.04.
The Sum of Us
Working forward sometimes, and working backward sometimesWho came up with this complicated and unsolvable question?
The paper bin has been filled with mistakes, I’ve tried to fall asleep
Getting used to form-filling as we grow
Forgetting that as we flip, those blank spaces were meant for us too
Sometimes being muddle-headed could be a way of happiness, a way of recovery without remedy
I pause and stay in your past, subtracting my present
Between lines and within words, multiplying them by the number of years, how much fun and joy
No one could elaborate perfectly, or sum up totally
To me, it’s still beautiful
Wouldn’t dream that we could find any evidence
To prove who has given love, and publish our findings into a book
We were told that mistakes are inevitable, and we should try our best to eliminate
Biting our pencils and thinking with tilted heads
We move about the decimals
Trying to simplify into our desired appearances
By the way, I have my reason
Arithmetic has been my biggest weakness
No matter how I dissect the graph of life, I couldn’t find you
I pause and stay in your past, subtracting my present
Between lines and within words, multiplying them by the number of years, how much fun and joy
No one could elaborate perfectly, or sum up totally
To me, it’s still beautiful
Wouldn’t dream that we could find any evidence
To prove who has given love, and publish our findings into a book
We were told that mistakes are inevitable, and we should try our best to eliminate
I pause and stay in your past, subtracting my present
Between lines and within words, multiplying them by the number of years, how much fun and joy
No one could elaborate perfectly, or sum up totally
To me, it’s still beautiful
Wouldn’t dream that we could find any evidence
To prove who has given love, and publish our findings into a book
We were told that mistake is inevitable, you fell asleep before me
Only I am awake, solving this problem step by step