Vanished inside my own desert
Overwhelmed by the dummy variables of my postponed dates
Failing to remember the standard deviation of my decisions
Hidden somewhere under or above precisions
Caught in the middle of several admitted uncommitted errors
Shifted and backspaced by the mean of means
I am more than an equation and less than a result
The more I fit into the right interval
The less I see myself in my own mirrors
I am on my own
Completely, undoubtedly, undeniably alone
Controlling for all other variables.