In the dead of night
is when I wonder if I'm convincing enough
or if it all is just an act
accordingly and up to expectations
I never bothered to understand
It's easy, I guess
the status quo is never far away
I think I've grasped the concept
and then it flutters away
back into the darkness it goes
on and on woven tapestry in the matrix
It is just basic math
Statistics and random happenstance
laser focused on me
or the idea of me
In the end it's just basic math
numbers in a set
I don't pretend to know the answer
even if it's just right there
