Escaping The Deep

Before me lies a sea of thought

It is void of emotion

Rational

Pragmatic

In it lies a thousand, no, innumerable

number of furrowed brows and furious scribbling

It presents a scene of calm

A string of peace

It can have a thousand masks

With which to hide

To confuse

to avoid detection

I know that this sea has many paths

Paths to battle through

Paths to breeze through

Paths aplenty

It requires a brain with which

I am not equipped

It requires approaches that

I have never been taught

I find it an altogether hassle

Though the sea remains calm

It hurls and rebels in my clasp

A tsunami envelopes me

Seemingly innocuous though it may seem

Hidden currents and naughty seaweeds

Lie in wait

of an unexpected slip-foot.

Masters of this deep blue,

friends of Poseidon

are eager to share with me

this vast store of knowledge

The knowledge that will help me

slip past seaweeds unnoticed,

past schools of fishes

out into the sunshine brimming above.

We grasp it greedily

drinking up our newfound lessons

in order to get pass

our dreaded exams

For it is the venemous world of

the subject that I dread

from which we must worm our way through

It is the friend of snakes.

Its clutches I shall escape.

Into its warm hug

The lap of waves

The sound of seaweeds.

I will.

I will learn to swim in the vast ocean.

The vast ocean of

Mathematics.

Written: 15 August 2004

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