I have three options, two hands,
and no way to weigh my choices.

If I was standing at a fork in the road
at least I’d have a 50/50 chance.

I’ve got 99 problems, or possibly 33
but they all seem to involve numbers.

Not enough digits in the bank.
Not enough hours in the day.

I can’t live with the Devil’s balance sheet.
I am crushed by the numerical weight of chaos.

No more numbers. Give me words instead.
Weave me a blanket of nouns and verbs.

Tell me a story to cover me in warmth.
Sing a song or recite poetry

But let no digits pass your lips
so that I may rest in lettered bliss.

What are you looking for?