Counting Fish Verse 1 Following down a logical path, I didn’t chart it. I’m not expecting any hits with this— more like counting fish. Proof by contrition, proof by wish, Occam’s razor in the sink, scratch the chalk and let it hiss— no chorus bait, just little blips. Pre-Chorus If every map is just a guess with pretty lines, I’ll trust the curve that wanders off the sign. Chorus I’m not chasing thunder, I’m checking lists, tallying ripples, counting fish. No golden single, no perfect kiss, just patient numbers in the mist. If luck’s a ladder I might miss, I’ll climb the rungs that quietly exist— not chasing thunder, counting fish. Verse 2 Bayesian prior: “maybe fine,” update nightly, redefine. Error bars where feelings live, the margin’s where I learn to give. I label jars: “almost,” “near,” stack them neatly by the year. Open one, it smells like risk— I cap it, grin, and make a wish. Pre-Chorus I shake the compass till the needle laughs, then take the path that never asks. Chorus I’m not chasing thunder, I’m checking lists, tallying ripples, counting fish. No golden single, no perfect kiss, just patient numbers in the mist. If luck’s a ladder I might miss, I’ll climb the rungs that quietly exist— not chasing thunder, counting fish. Bridge Call it a spreadsheet moon, columns of almost-June, rows of “not yet,” “soon.” Parabolas bloom, bloom. I carry a pocket proof, folded beneath the roof of ordinary noon— still, the sums feel true. Verse 3 Control group heart, experiment two: what if I show up without a cue? Null hypothesis: “no one cares,” alternate: “someone shares.” Count the hands, subtract the doubt, round the silence up and out— prime as a quiet little wish, factor me in, I still exist. Final Chorus I’m not chasing thunder, I’m checking lists, tallying ripples, counting fish. No gilded anthem, no lightning twist, just honest numbers in the mist. If luck’s a ladder I might miss, I’ll climb the rungs that quietly exist— not chasing thunder— counting fish. Outro (tag) Cast no net, still I insist: every small glint counts— counting fish.
