patterns. With his shoes Some people push by. And everyone is cursing them. But he doesn't raise his hand. He broke his dreams and lost a friend He's asking questions now. You caught in his confusion
. The pattern of my life. And the puzzle that is me. . >From the moment of my birth. To the instant of my death,. There are Patterns I must follow. Just as I must breathe each breath. Like a rat in
. The pattern of my life. And the puzzle that is me. . >From the moment of my birth. To the instant of my death,. There are Patterns I must follow. Just as I must breathe each breath. Like a rat in
