grayness

Lately, I'm not quite rational...

In truth my days are numbered such
They don't allow for counting much.
The eth day's before the pith-
I can just imagine where lies the ith...
But at quarter 'til square root of two
I always stop, and think of you.


Edit:

I was sitting here this morning, and a chorus came to me, music and all. Now I just need to build a song around it...

And you say you're perfect for me
and that's something I should see
And there may be something in that
but there's nothing here for me