Like many things with me,
numbers have always seemed to add up.

Beautiful in that they’re simple,
Indisputable.
But in true nature, misrepresentative...

       I’ve lived ⅙ a normal human life,
              Guilt consumes me for wasting time;
       I have ⅚ a life to live,
               Daydreams of what I’ll do in that time;

See, they’re a tool, and all tools of humans serve 1 of 2 masters
Like multiple choice:
a) improve
b) destroy