Why are there so many debates about pi?And what's on the other side?
Pi is a ratio of random proportions
Its digits have nothing to hide...
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
But I know they're wrong, wait and see
Someday we'll find it, the digit connection,
Mathematicians, logicians, and me.
Who said that everything has some sort of pattern,
Consisting of nothing but math?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it
Now we're all caught in its wrath...
What's so hypnotic in something chaotic?
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the digit connection,
The optomists, the theorists, and me.
All of us under its spell,
We know this must be math-e-magic...
Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young Sailors?
The voice might be one and the same...
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
Irrational, random and free
Someday we'll find it, the digit connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
3 point 1 4 1 5 9
2 6 5 3 5 dot dot dot...
