They all call me a square
but you see infinite circles in me
You see Fibonacci
And it’s embarrassing because
the more I try to resist
the more your madness seeps in
And suddenly, I too believe
That Bierstadt’s Yosemite
Is a picture of me
Where anything is possible
They call me an outsider
but you see the entire universe
You see string theory
And it’s frightening because
the more I try to resist
the more your flattery makes sense
And eventually, I too agree
A trip on Apollo 11
Only scratches the surface of my heaven
I’m infinite and unending
They see what I show, without blinking
but you…
You, tend to
dig deep