In a world where equations twist and twine,

With my thoughts adrift, I seek to align,

Each number's a ghost,

A phantom, a host,

Yet chasing their shadows feels less than divine.

The sums that I crave, they leap and they wane,

Dancing like whispers of joy and of pain,

A puzzle unsolved,

In chaos, I've evolved,

In this life’s game of chance, all's never plain.

With laughter that's woven like threads of pure gold,

But sanity slips, and the patterns grow old,

I wrangle the sums,

Yet madness still hums,

Deceiving me softly, my fate's yet untold.

The canvas of time paints it's strokes bold and bright,

Each figure a tear, and each dream is a bite,

In spirals we spin,

With losses and kin,

As reason surrenders to shadows of night.

Oh, numbers that tick like a clock in my mind,

They mock me with shapes that are cruelly entwined,

In this manic race,

I search for a place,

Where peace finally cradles the chaos designed.

Yet life, like a ledger, it adds and subtracts,

It taxes the heart, and the soul it impacts,

In polite masquerades,

The spirit invades,

Transforming our laughter to merciless acts.

I dream of a summit where all can be calm,

Where sums turn to whispers, and chaos to balm,

But seeking that height,

Through shadows and light,

I find in the madness, a strange sort of charm.

So I’ll dance through this maze with its figures and lines,

And make my peace knowing I’m part of the signs,

For in every strife,

As I navigate life,

The sums that I crave aren't the only designs.