Of Mathamatics and Life

My eyes, transfixed, begin to blur

The numbers and letters mingle,

Till variables, equations, form inconceivable blobs.

My mind, erased; my eyes, now open.

I witness with sight of someone involved,

With the present, the now, no imaginary plane.

My breath is real, this vessel does prove

Every move i make, in action, not mind.

No number, or symbol, makes up this existence.

And here I ask, is it worth the time? 

These scribbles of math on paper and mind;

How is the essences of life truly defined?

Author's Note

I'm sure everyone gets a bit frustrated with math at times. I know I do. Opinions welcomed!