Patterns, oh Patterns, you are my friend You keep me doing the same old things through life’s end Can you see how happy I am knowing exactly what to expect I really want a different result but I don’t want to change, so what the heck. Knowing exactly what to expect does not always provide me pleasure You do bring me peace of mind to know what will probably happen, always and forever I have discovered another neat thing about you, which helps me keep you around You are so familiar with results very similar, and I’m on my home ground. Oh wonderful patterns I do love you so, on you I can rely You are so consistent in your results, you rarely ever lie I am getting tired, I want you to know, of situations always coming to the same end But I must remember, I really must remember, you are my very best friend. Why just the other day a new relationship I entered, but this is the last I just know this one will work, just like all the others from my past I know you’re a bit controlling, but I can change you, I just know I can Look at all the practice I’ve had, I’m getting good at this stuff, fixing the also-ran. I know the others did not work out the way I thought They kept getting in my face, kept belittling me and things I bought And I know decisions I made were never right, according to you always was I wrong I know you didn’t have much to your name, hardly anything, and you are very headstrong. And I know you worked hard eight hours a day and would come home tired But then so did I, but you didn’t care, and I became so stressed and wired And I know I didn’t mind getting up early and letting you sleep But now that I think of it, it gave me time alone so I could weep. I guess I could go on and on, but something has to give I really am getting tired of the same old stuff, I deserve respect, I deserve to live You know, I am deserving of love and understanding and caring in my life And now that I really think about it all I have ever gotten is heartache and strife. I think something has to change -- Pattern, my friend you’ve got to go I really don’t know how to tell you this, but I no longer want to be the star in your show Maybe I have had to go through all this anger, this hurt and this pain But I’ll wonder about that later, in the meantime I’m going to open me to change. My new way of life will be ‘Out with the old, in with the new’ Won’t be easy and maybe at times I’ll be a bit queasy. Wow, life with a view! From thought we can create or so I have been told My future is now opened, can I create a life with love, one that is bold? So it is written ... So it is ... Jay W. Gasaway [5/30/96] (c)Birth sign: Not entered
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