I thought I was
Seeing Clearly, but then it cluttered my vision
realizing my own mind, i'm Just
Another Statistic
as I wonder what is this, these numbers and digits
now my
Life Cycles around this troublesome image
I'll be done for and finished if I act on a blunder
so I
Step Lightly not to stumble in this
Labyrinth of numbers
Each morning, I wake up sure of myself and routine
but this day, it seemed life had just delt me scheme
one that I wasn't aware of, it felt like a dream
reaching in my pocket for something that dwell'd in my jeans
I grab my belt and then leave, unfolding this piece of paper
before I see whats on it, my son yells "See ya later"
"Don't work late tonight" my wife says as I hurry about
I say i'll be home for dinner, her eyes signal worry and doubt
I take the earliest route and end up an hour late some how
boss comes in saying he's paying less of what he's paying now
threatend to let me go, I say "Go ahead and fire me Paul"
all of a sudden, my psychiatrist calls, Dr. Simon McGraw
i'm kind of in awe, I haven't talked to him in a week
we chatted daily when he first explained my condition to me
given his speech, he seemed worried from his tone
my boss saying "Hang up soon or you'll be permenintly gone"
I ask why did he call , "I havent called in a whole week"
"How you been lately, have you been getting enough sleep ?"
I say i'm fine, "Well your wife called me on the phone"
"She says you work late and sometimes don't come home"
we'll talk later, I hang up, left with boredom and anger
suddenly I remember'd about the folded up paper
I open it up and stare at it but what could it be ?
it left me with a sharp sense of nothing in me
which only means that it must mean something to me
is it a phone number, address, a safe at a bank ?
im'a major in math, but somehow I wasn't able to catch
the more I thought about it, it tortured me more
as I figure out this formula for what this formula's for
feeling lost, and somewhat puzzled by this puzzle
instead of working I rather solve this fucker on the double
I search though my thoughts to seek what it meant
just looking at it's pattern for even a hint
is it a code of some sort, the feeling is strong to me
Jesus, what the fuck ! does it even belong to me ?
I rush home with urgency of making it out and...
with the intent of going back to the same place I found it
maybe theres a clue in the closet where my jeans were
I walk in, see my wife and didn't even say hi when I seen her
instead I ran passed her to our room fast as hell
and as soon as I checked inside the closet a jacket fell
inside the pocket, something rattled but what ?
a fresh bottle of neuroleptics that haven't been touched
half the mystery tied together, but something was goin on
my wife walks in the room, wondering what was wrong
"Dr. McGraw called and asked if you've been taking your meds"
my son runs up the stairs and suddenly I feel the veins in my head
and black out ....
as I wake...
I see blood everywhere, the bodies of my wife and son are blue
I pull out the folded paper, and write the number "2"