Description: Written July 2012----I have been seeing 333 since I was about 21. Everywhere---signs, clocks, page numbers. I have a slight obsession at this point ! This is one of those poems that will probably be revised constantly so I just I'd post it to get some feedback.
The succession of numbers...
Sometimes it plagues me.
Sometimes it drains me.
And sometimes it renews my faith in...
The stability of numbers.
The unwavering fact they cannot be rediscovered.
The more I see it, the more I believe.
In some extraordinary math.
Some unknown secret.
Some crazy path.
Can this prophecy be real ?
Will it be revealed ?
Or will it remain a mystery ?
Something I keep waiting to find at an exact time.
The time I die or create my masterpiece.
Or the time i meet prince charming ?
2:22, 11:11 or 4:44am.
Nothing significant ever seems to happen.
Will numbers only fly by until one day I die at exactley 3:45 ?
Haha. Sorry, but the ending made me laugh. I thought it was pretty clever.
I think that everybody has something that they tend to notice over other things, be it numbers, or words, or shapes, or whatever. But even if this is becoming a little obsession of yours, I'm glad you can still have some fun with it and not take it too extremely seriously. (die at 3:45 )
Still, who knows. Something profound may indeed happen that corresponds with 333. Maybe it will be the time. Maybe it will be the day of the year. Hell, maybe it will be the 333rd attempt. But I think that the less you focus on it, the more likely it is to happen. I know that personally, I seem to enjoy it more when these little coincidences sneak up on me without my realizing it.
Anyway, thanks for the laugh.