Numbers and F3AR

My mind is playing tricks on me

Those numbers cloud my memory

the time it takes to finish problems

is unrealistic, exhausting, bothers

my soul into anger

why I flush and speak danger

to my heart that quits beating

while my mind know no meaning

of problems with numbers

and words that are fleeting.

The coffee keeps feeding

the sleep I miss weekly.  

My chest gets built high

and my eyes see night skies

where I want to start dreaming

of places I could be.

Oh what it means to be. 

Not to worry about the finally

but to see meaning in everything.