I rub my eyes in exasperated frustration,
Till something comes into view that makes sense.
Sandpaper smooth, these worn out thoughts
Have nothing but grit to them.
Looking for the simple solution,
No longer can we merely solve for x
We’re on a whole ‘nuther level.
Trying on this trigonometry;
going off on a tangent
Seeing things as they are,
Golden ratio aside;
Yet again pondering if I left the stove on
Wouldn’t want to burn it all down now would we?