Why do I drift away to gather the numbers
One plus one will make two, two plus two will make four
The patterns will appear out of the shades of lore
Into the mist of mind as the body slumbers

Exhaustion of counting, exhaustion in counting
Life is about breathing, so let my freedom be
And gather the movement of randomly carefree
As the cheat sheets of love are delicate mounting

Can I get back the time spent on the additions
To feel liveable state and to warmer applause
Or hitting new reset out of the stateless pause

Be free of calculus will serve new conditions
Power to survival in a harsh barren world
So my calling's to flow in numerical whirl