These patterns are in control
Of my expression and my gait
as I plunge down dark lanes
toward and between
obsessions and dreams

The patterns are turning my feet
Driving me beyond the life I lead
Luring me into their intricate maze.
The patterns are crazing my head
Leading my heart to defeat.
The patterns are haunting my days
with their static, trapping me endlessly
in a weave of magnetic tapestry -
My threadbare soul
tosses lost on an inky crosshatched sea
Toward and between
obsessions and dreams



These repetitive patterns are dragging me down
I’m goin’ round my part of town
Wearin’ tracks in the ground
Toward and between
Obsessions and dreams