My fingers know the way
When my mind does not
I will overthink it
And misstep
Hit the wrong key
Cringe
And try again
If I let my fingers take the reins
I think we’d have something
It does come naturally
It is who I am
If I just let
My fingers do it
And stopped
Thinking so much
Because
I know the way
I just don’t always trust that I do
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
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