The genius stands, chalk in hand.
Scribbling equations, going mad.
Surely it’s there, before him in trigonometry.
The meaning of life, of you and me.
Surely it’s there, he just needs to see.
But it isn’t, that’s the epiphany!
Some things just happen, no reason nor rhyme.
Some things just happen, all of the time.
You can’t fathom numbers of love.
You can’t break down past one and one, us.
You’ll never predict, six sigma can’t tell.
Why some find heaven, and others find hell.
That’s the genius, so open your eyes.
Realise your dreams and enjoy the ride.