Patterns

One, two, three, four

Window, wall, window, door

I just can’t take it anymore

Pattern thoughts I can’t ignore

Set in my ways, keepin it straight

Rid disorder so I can concentrate

Always on time to never be late

Now my meal is a mess on a plate

Loophole I’m thrown out of whack

Now everything is so abstract

Lines, colors, shapes, interpretations

Chaos leads to contemplations

Life shattered, the pieces I gather

Shards in the room that scatter

Thoughts to question “what’s the matter?”

Like a coiled snake

I eat myself when patterns break

I’m losing time, getting left behind

As I repair the fragments in my mind

It’s hard to make the pieces fit

When the edges turn to bits

Drop the pile in my hands

I can’t explain what no one understands

Five, six, seven, eight

Section, gap, section, gate

Dial the focus proceed to fate

Pattern thoughts Ive come to hate

Loophole I’m thrown out of whack

Now everything is so abstract

Lines, colors, shapes, interpretations

Chaos leads to contemplations

Brain begs for some sedation

To free from the complication

Time begs to just be patient

The destined path is adjacent

Listen to the lines they’re vectors

To the peace of mind sector

Balance the weight become center

Life’s a game without a winner

Life shattered, the pieces I gather

Shards in the room that scatter

Thoughts to question “what’s the matter?”

Like a coiled snake

I eat myself when patterns break

I’m losing time, getting left behind

As I repair the fragments in my mind

It’s hard to make the pieces fit

When the edges turn to bits

Drop the pile in my hands

I can’t explain what no one understands

Like a coiled snake

I eat myself when patterns break

I’m losing time, getting left behind

As I repair the fragments in my mind