One may be the loneliest number, but I’m eleven.
Funny how everyone fights for the number one spot. To say you are first has appeal. It implies that you are the best out of the bunch.
Well I’m Eleven.
I began the count again.
I stand right next to my reflection knowing that we are both equal.
You can’t break me easily. No matter how you try to separate or divide me. Situations concerning me cause you to think carefully and double check your answer.
Call me eleven.
I flow like the road. Guilding parallel to my dreams so that they are always in sight. And close to being merged into my lane.
I am eleven.
Because from time to time, I’m what you would wish for.