Everybody has a magic number,
there’s no way to get over it,
or under.
You know the one,
it’s the one you choose for the lottery tickets,
its the one you pick when you feel overcome.
To tell you the truth,
my number is 5.
I found out as I was born,
5 minutes to 5 on the 5th of May.
If you ask me,
quite an intricate number display.
What’s your magic number?
Is it a lonely number like 1,
Or is it 13, just because it’s hated by some.
Do you identify more with 7,
Or are you perhaps more keen on 11?
Some numbers we just can’t seem to agree on,
like number 8,
which is in some parts a subject of love,
and in others the subject of hate.
No matter what the case,
our numeric differences we must embrace,
For if we all picked the same number,
my gosh,
wouldn’t the poor thing feel overburdened by us all,
just waiting for all of our hopes to fall?
Sometimes I wonder,
where would we even be without our numbers,
would we be stuck between a rock and a hard place,
with all of our wishes scattered around,
some of our wishes even floating in space?
So,
let’s just remember the importance of our numbers,
hold them close to us,
keeping us unencumbered.
WAST WRTNG 