I Live In Cycles and Patterns
Cycles
by: Rob Paquin
Winding: Ever winding.
Roads without a clue.
Twisting: Always turning.
There's not much one can do
Pathways: Always leading
Follow them; We must.
For never is there a going back
For the past is made of dust
Thinking: Contemplating,
Upon the fruitless task.
Stealing: Always Taking.
Moments not coming back.
Losing as we're winning.
Just 2 trains upon the track.
Collisions; Still colliding.
Before the world turns black
Feelings; Always fading
Straight into the gray
Living; Always striving
To die another day
Searching for a meaning
But there's not much left to say.
Words; Always screaming.
Another endless play.
Waiting; Always hoping
For better things to come
Worried; Always coping
But it's just too much for some
Shadows; Always playing
Created in the Sun
Emotions; Stll betraying.
The Cycle; Never done.
~ The Snowdog
by: Rob Paquin
Winding: Ever winding.
Roads without a clue.
Twisting: Always turning.
There's not much one can do
Pathways: Always leading
Follow them; We must.
For never is there a going back
For the past is made of dust
Thinking: Contemplating,
Upon the fruitless task.
Stealing: Always Taking.
Moments not coming back.
Losing as we're winning.
Just 2 trains upon the track.
Collisions; Still colliding.
Before the world turns black
Feelings; Always fading
Straight into the gray
Living; Always striving
To die another day
Searching for a meaning
But there's not much left to say.
Words; Always screaming.
Another endless play.
Waiting; Always hoping
For better things to come
Worried; Always coping
But it's just too much for some
Shadows; Always playing
Created in the Sun
Emotions; Stll betraying.
The Cycle; Never done.
~ The Snowdog
