Equations
Born as clean slates, Fit to a tiny space; Written upon by family, Defined node of a tree; On clean floors we learn to walk, Kept locked are the duster and chalk; And we are defined by our families, 'till the day we learn to talk! The flawed words help define and connect, To hearts that speak a different language, And the pursuit for better connections, Keep redefining our equations. How different are we then, From equations that we pretend, Lack awe and vision; Aren't we through variables and constants driven? What makes life different from experiments? That feed back as loops and trends, Updated through miniscule events, Involving strangers and friends. And so hard do we try - To keep the two sides in balance, But in time, new key elements - Rise to change our constants. And so equations change, As we live through our days; How we are seen, Pivots around the time we live in! Yet in a community