Am I just a number

We come into this world as children 
We live in this world to create
When we've created something new 
Is it only an individual or their fate?  

Live to see the same day again 
Or fight your way through your brain 
There is no need to panic. Be still, 
The number in your head will  

Since one and one add up to two 
And knowledge only known to few 
Why not find that number within 
Without finding out where you even begin  

Too tough a question to seek an answer, 
Beneath the mud awaits a lotus flower. 
Pink bloom maintaining its temperature 
What a fantastic creation mother nature.  

When the understanding is bliss 
And truths too many amidst  
Those true in our individual soul 
Become our life choices and our goal  

Am I just a number? 
Or am I just afraid 
Am I just another, 
Waiting to find a way?  

Numbers are a way to compare  
Sometimes they are a way to condense  
Reserve and hoard away to your heir 
Power equations carving the complex   

Where there is something in stagnation 
In the melody of the emotion  
It's the dissonance of the elation  
That keeps us in a recursive motion   

Am I just a number,  
Or a static frame? 
Am I more than something  
Than just another name?