i grew up
fascinated by maths
always found x
always reached a conclusion
made me satisfied
i grew up
realizing
life isn’t like maths
and sometimes xs and ys
are implausible
i sleep every night
unprepared
wake up faced with
unsolvable problems
and i am expected
to be okay
with not knowing the answers
i am okay
at least i think i am;
on most days
but on others
i am filled with doubts
with questions
unanswerable
the ink evaporates
while i
try
to solve
one more time
the problem
decides
not to exist
anymore
deceased
they say
a flat line
nothing to solve anymore
nonexistent
you cannot save
the dead
can you now
tiny little you
woke up today
thinking you can save
the world around
some equations cannot be solved
and some
people
cannot be saved
and one day
i will believe
that too
is okay
hussazo 