Patterns

The western sky above
Like a tapestry undone
Another day is gone
And I'm feeling sick
Of not relating, dissociating

What can my purpose be
Valued only for producing
And as the years proceed
I feel just as lost
So I shut things out
Again and again and again

So all I do is wait
Survive and medicate
Will I ever be
More than my patterns of
Forgetting
Daydreaming
Fixations consume me
I'm tired of running
From those who would love me

I'm sick of these patterns
I'm sick of these patterns
I'm stuck with these patterns
I'm stuck with these patterns
I'm stuck with these patterns



Credits
Writer(s): Clint Jerome
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