The mind races

But standing still

The world can't hear it

You barely know it

Words and sounds

Emotions and reactions

Thoughts and dreams

Numbers, now, all of them

Tell me about your day

One two three four five six

Thank God, it's even

No, no distractions

You must understand how

Much it all can hurt

But I am compelled

To look away into space

God, those odd numbers

Drive me up the walls of my mind

One two three four five six seven eight

I want so much to write

Freedom is wonderful, I remember it

A poem would be nice, a poem

Would explain to you all

That One's Complex Destruction

May not seem so complex

To those who don't have the urge

Not compelled

Compelled to count

One two three four