In a pub on a rainy day in August,
with a million thoughts going through my mind,
I, stare out the window,
and I calmly watch the world go on by.
Now, how many decisions, and thoughts are out there,
floating gently in the air,
and how many are out there that succeed,
and how many are out there that lead nowhere?
For such is the life of humanity,
I wonder, I wonder,
what the mathematical equation, of this complexity is,
and as the world goes by it escapes me,
and instead, I clutch my head,
and stare vacantly into my tea.
