Cold, pure, austere, the primes mysterious

Seductive patterns shine, oh so beaut’ful,

And yet against provers strongest resist

Proof despite long hours of hopeful toil.

To show a regularity we try,

An ordained random song sung by the primes

That when seen would all a rapt joy cry;

But primes away shy, pledging truth in time.

We still look to the stars and try to prove

This numeric breed, wondrous without twin,

As only the universe would behoove,

With ever a great math’matical grin:

For yea the sneaky, slimy primes may hide,

But then we, we shall be the ones who pried.

On a clear morning fluttered a thin wisp

Destined to grow and bloom and upward shoot

And on me stamp a purpose deadly crisp

To seek Truth, nothing less; hence I took root.

My young eyes first on noble math centered,

Within which surely a pure Truth I’d land,

Alas I soon saw that humans entered,

And axioms crumbled to mortal sand.

In physics thus or history I hide,

For now sheltered from the confusing haze

That, lurking under all of human pride,

Connives to set Truth and meaning ablaze.

With no eternal Truth, I must instead

Live by my soul and in beauty’s name tread.

You are my meaning and my purpose,

My road from thought to voice,

You are my language and I love you, it’s true…

It’s just that lately I’ve been cheating on you.

You see, differences in grammar and form there are,

So that one thought so many skins indeed can take.

String[] languages = [“german”, “Java”, “math”];

For every person, every language, every thought,

There exists a unique set of words such that

The content but not the form will match.

So English, sorry for the double-dealings with you.

I guess, for knowledge, polygamy’s no taboo.

My family since my birth has fed, loved, dressed me;

They have always striven to help and encourage me.

Through thick and thin,

They will have my back.

Often they’ll say words (that sting and burrow deep,)

That just make my day (angry and poison my sleep.)

Forever I will remember

How they make me feel.

I’m in a big loving family

And I cannot ever forget

That it makes me lucky:

Yes, there’s my mindset.