The only good thing
Geometry ever gave me
Was those things you draw circles with
It's the only compass
I ever found
That ever got me anywhere
I know math is all about logic
That it's supposed to be the definition
Of "perfect sense"
But the numbers swim in front of my eyes
And I can't make it stop
But circles -
The circles I understand
I draw one and
Suddenly I can breathe.
They say equations make sense
And art is subjective
My head nods
And my heart screams
Put reason on one side
Passion on the other
And in the middle you'll find everything real
When everyone says
That everything that makes sense to me
Makes none at all
That I live in a world of unachievable ideals
When everyone says truth is all straight lines
And hard edges
I'm glad I live in a world
With perfect circles.
