Gold, Mortality and Everything in Between || Poetry ✓

NUMBERED

Sometimes, I feel like a number.
Lazing around the Cartesian plane,
Latching onto sets,
Adhering to concrete relationships that I'm afraid to break apart from –
Sometimes, I feel like a number.
That exists only to satisfy some equation I cannot see,
An equation that's supposed to be bigger than me,
And all I do is stare at the equality sign,
Wondering what's on the other side,
What lies beyond this equation that I'm afraid to break apart from.

Sometimes, I feel like a number,
That cannot exist on its own.
All I do is add to myself, subtract from myself,
According the way they (who are They?) tell me to,
Watch others do the same,
Most times desperate for company,
Because this company is supposed to help me multiply,
Never noticing how most times they only divide.

Sometimes, I feel like a number.
Nameless,
Seeking a purpose it can't serve
A purpose it can't see,

Lost in a sea of infinities.