I want to stay
Cradled in between
Sweetly smooth melodies
Where I let my fingers go wandering freely
Humming the notes
That I did not take during calculus class
The reason was that I was busy dreaming of an impossible life
That’s what happens to me
When I feel stuck in between the bars without a single key
My signature move of not paying attention,
To the epsilon-delta definition of a limit
And honestly, I might have just found my mathematical limit of brain power
The tone of my voice has gotten beaten down
I cannot learn at this fast tempo
For the next bunch of weeks, I'm stuck with the strings attached
I try to simply count it out but it doesn’t add up
I don’t know how to measure
The slope of my own tangents
I put my signature on a piece of paper that says
This summer class requires a ton of deadication or it could easily result in failure
And now I feel
The sharp pain
That makes me fall flat
On my back
I can feel the anxious vibrato
Building up in my hands
Maybe I need a rest
This cannot be natural