3, 4, 25
                                     What are the chances we’re sitting here?
                                     17, 34, 13 and 1
                                     Who will answer the riddle of random?

                                     There she counts her scanty wages
                                     Fractioning out her investment
                                     In a probability of zero-to-one
                                     That a miracle will salvage her soul.

                                     9, 6, 33
                                     Butterfly numbers shaking our world
                                     22, 22, 7 and 8
                                     Chaos reigns but hopelessness pours.

                                     Her heart pounds with empty wishes
                                     Built on a pile of sandy numbers
                                     Yet each dollar-miss just fills her with faith
                                     And rare, small hits addict her to need.

                                     10, 23, 42
                                     The dice of our lives fall like leaves
                                     50, 21, 17 and 12
                                     When will our numbers be up?