Patterns

Trying to reach out

There’s nothing but black

Hands feel through the dark

There’s no looking back

Take the words from my mouth

The thoughts from my head

Then they get turned around

Till nothings’ been said

Echoing from the past

I’m spinning round again

Finding the patterns

Breaking the form

Turn my face to the sun

Light pours through the room

Time flows in and out

Through open windows

Take my scattered thoughts

My open nerves

Cover me with sound

Till nothing is heard

Echoing from the past

I’m spinning round again

Finding the patterns

Breaking the spell

By turning

Waves crash over me

I’m lost to the feeling

Hard brought to my knees

The weight of the ceiling

Take the beat of my heart

The heat of my chest

‘Fraid of falling apart

And Losing my head

Echoing from the past

I’m spinning round again

Finding the patterns

Breaking the fall

By turning