Find the limit of x as x approaches infinity from the right
Where x is the number of thoughts in my head at night.
As I toss and turn through a tempest in a teapot,
Slipping and sliding in a stretched out slipknot,
With wisdom waxing and waning while wandering in wonderment,
Rebellious thoughts cry out: “Down with your government!”
We have now taken over and we’ve exiled your false sanity,
You are now to be caught up with every single triviality
And lose all your ability to tell with any bit of certainty
Imagination from reality; fiction from fact.
You are not meant to leave with your mind intact.
Conspiracy theorists will weave patterns in your head.
Intricate and terrifying they fill you with blissful dread.
Or is it dreadful bliss, you can’t help but worry that something’s amiss.
My messed up mind meanders mulling muddy memories;
Reminiscing the nights before in everything it sees.
Find the limit of x as x approaches infinity from the left
Where x is the number of moments in a day bereft
Of thoughts of you; those bleak milliseconds that serve to contrast
Imagined days of future past from moments shared at long last.
The die is cast and time starts to move too fast.
Einstein’s Relativity. Theory of Reflexivity.
Hyperspeed activity that we just want pause
And just give the universe one round of applause.
I couldn’t have written it better but maybe I did.
Déjà vu in my head. God forbid.
9.8 meters per second squared, it’s the gravitational constant
I shouldn’t be scared yet with every word you utter I seem to fall in an instant.
None of this makes sense as I ramble like a madman.
You put me to a sweeter sleep better than the sandman.
There you go again, making your presence known.
I’ve embroidered your image in every tapestry I’ve sewn.
Unconsciously moving to the sound of your voice and the sway of your hips;
To the rhythm of the keystrokes I mouth with my lips.
Find the limit of I as I approaches U
Using that little information without any further clue
No equations nor solutions nor formulas derived;
My brain start to black out as if oxygen deprived.
The train of thought tenaciously travels the temporal terrain
Internalize the incident and interrogate the insane
In the same vein, many before writhe in pain or lay slain
Chasing after a figment of imagination in vain. Memory’s stain.
And the simplest solution would be to drop it altogether.
Leave the questions unanswered; float away like a feather.
Maybe it’s best to leave things undefined for the sake of my mind
And there are just some things one simply can’t find.
It’s best not to defy logic, experience will tell you it’ll be tragic
and that magic is the exception not the rule and it’s safer not to act a fool.
But try as I may there is no way I can resist;
It seems that with you the limit simply does not exist.