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Math and numbers make me tick

So much so that I become sick

Tons of analysis

Psychological paralysis

Sometimes I wish I was thick

 

The odds and competition are overwhelming

The probability of success isn’t selling

Tons of stats I crunch

I think a bunch

After my analysis though my chance is compelling

 

I know what continuous process drives me

Information surrounds and encompasses all that I see

Tons of things matta

I am the human Data

I need to realize that my work is an escape key

 

The doubting voices in my head need to shut up

My drowsy confidence needs to perk up

Tons of potential I got

I foster it not as much as I ought

My math and numbers will make me burst up

 

I will crunch all data and it won’t be a test

My skills with math separate me from the rest

Tons of figures disappear

I make answers clear

Every problem and equation I will best

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