Patterns

The never ending patterns,

The mindless opinions,

The need to repeat,

Is what gives me the constant need to retreat,

What does my light know?

She never quits to insist,

And what does that mean for we?

Will I change this environment,

or am I bound to stay and witness their loops?

It’s like most brains are stuck shooting some hoops,

Moving the same way & at the same time like brainwashed troops,

Sleeping in silence like library books,

Under the renewed tyranny of each temporary crook.