#scatterplot

My mind is like a scatter plot Each point a thought No line of best fit could tame or explain what’s going on inside my brain The correlation coefficient, at this point, is probably 0 I promise you, it’s not just a bunch of nothing It’s a bunch of something And I must have more thoughts in m brain than words in my vocabulary Because I keep using words like Sad or Angry To describe my thoughts But that just over simplifies the equation But what I’m trying to say is that

I feel      that Scatter plots     are not beautiful things

It’s funny I met this girl And she thought my scatter plot was more like the night sky She thought the abstract was beautiful So my scattered thoughts became scattered stars She drew pictures among them Constellations between my thoughts It didn’t matter why they were there It just mattered that they were And we were there Huddled together as if I were Orion And she were the belt And now I am here Running calculation on calculation Trying to decipher the raw data That she deemed A slippery slope

Because like the night sky, the beauty of a scatter plot is fleeting When the sun rises, the stars go to hide Constellations disappear The abstract suddenly seems much more concrete And the thoughts that used to glimmer in the moonlight Don’t even shine now

And a scatter plot, is just a scatter plot And there is a reason statisticians have deemed them the ugliest graph There's a reason you must perform regression upon regression on them Just to make them useful

You see, there is a reason I feel    that Scatter plots are not    beautiful things

I know Correlation does not equal causation But I wake up every day after the sun has risen Wondering if anyone will bother to solve for the pictures If anyone  will see the beauty That I still can not

And I wonder I wonder I wonder     infinitely

But my thoughts Are just a collection Of scattered dots