No matter where you run too, hiding in
fancy rooms or squalid digs, the pattern
on the curtain always remain the same.
Inside your mind the same feelings remain
Even if the curtain swishs gently aside, or hangs limply
you can’t change the pattern of your life by hiding out.
The pattern inside each lonely room of your mind stays
the same, lonely and choking on the tears that fall like rain.
Neon flickering on the pattern, reflect the images of pain.
Ever changing are the subtle shades of insane shame. Woven
inside each thread, the weave and weft make plain the madness
of a life lived striving only for gain, but ending in remorse.
Lie back on the bed, hide the pattern from your eyes.
Remembering when the your mind was at peace, not hiding out
in a room with the curtains pulled.Regrets are the patterns in your mind
thoughts swirling around and you covet, the simplistic pattern.