I could compose the symphony of my life,
or illustrate the masterpiece of my vitality.
I could create an equation that equals me,
or tell you of my atoms that will last for eternity.
Sadly all I can do is describe these things,
by hand, not word, an art far too advanced for me.
You will be disappointed to learn that
because while at least a picture is pleasing to the eyes,
and music creates a beautiful sound
math requires rigorous thinking
and science is knowledge abound
different languages show I live
and they give some sort of evidence that I was here—
words on a paper mean nothing
when the writer knows how empty they are.
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