Playing in the slime is how I bide my time In my life I seek pain Might as well stand in front of a train. I choose the things in my life then I wonder about the conflict and strife Life does not seem to work for me Totally out of control ‘cause patterns I do not see. Around and around I seem to go I’ve been here before, this I know How do I break my circle of life I’m really sick of heartache, conflict and strife. It is not others that cause my mess, it’s just me the same things over and over again, but I’m too blind to see Who’s fault is it, who is to blame When no matter what I do, life remains the same? I try to change, things, in my life But I just keep getting the same old heartache, pain and strife Do you suppose what I forgot to change is me Maybe I am the Pattern -- is that what I’ve been too blind to see? So it is Written ... So it is ... Jay W. Gasaway [8/4/96] (c)Birth sign: Not entered
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