What happens if you forget me?
You are out on strike three,
So paying attention is advised.
I'm like watching paint dry, so dull and so boring.
Butterflies in your stomach is all I provide.
My hieroglyphics, my symbols, which everyone is ignoring.
You cannot escape me, you cannot even hide.
I catch you, I disappoint you, I put you in a bind.
Scrambled thoughts, equations, as if pigs could fly.
I am an unsolvable problem, ruining your mind.
I ask you to multiply, simplify and classify.
Clearly, I don't satisfy, I terrify.
I'm like finding a needle in a haystack, a blank check being cashed.
I drown your brain, in a sea of grief,
Until you figure me out, only then may I be trashed.
There is a trick, so let me be brief.
To solve these equations, you must be both patient and fervent,
If you are not, surely you'll fry.
The truth really, so simple and so brilliant,
Now ask yourself, what am I?