Margin of Error

But Math is a constellation 

Of numbers in the vast galaxy of theories.

And even the insignificant stars has a place in the sky

And so are all the numbers infinity.

But Math is an art

In the mind of its beholder.

And so it thought my heart,

To love all the numbers...

But only keep the One.

 

And so I learned that One is greater than a thousand,

One is greater than infinity.

One is the sum

Of all the numbers in the probability.

And with all the conversions, 

The variables and fractions,

I learned that in the margin of errors,

One is constant in all the equation.

The Chance

 Are you ready for a chance?

Cause this might be your last.

I guess we don't need to be ready all the time,

We just have to jump when we feel like jumping.

Let alone the world to watch your madness,

Let alone if there's somebody who will catch the fall,

Let alone the after effects, 

Just live and savor the moment... 

The feelings...

And just be happy.

Of Sparks, Smokes, and Embers

 I touched you for a second and it made a spark, 

But that spark burned my whole lifetime.

But maybe the burning flame in my heart,

Could turn all the bad memories  into ashes. 

And when all the smokes and embers are gone,

And all the memories of warmth has been forgotten, 

I'll hang a glow-in-the-dark star,

To make me believe that once I caught a spark.

The Myth

 But maybe you're not a myth,

Maybe you're not a fantasy,

You're just a rarest kind of something,

That is hard to find on earth.

And if someone else found you first,

The thought of it  makes  my heart aches, 

Makes me jealous and wanna cross all the lines,

To get there where you are.

Through the Lens (P3)