Another one of those days, the pattern gets bigger by the hours
Another prayer echoes on these walls, like a whisper within the hurricane
I turn on the TV, hoping to find light beneath my mind, or should I read another book, like the time of my youth
No, I've lost the spark, for knowledge is no longer intriguing, and logic has lost its meaning
It's funny how reason needs a purpose to exist, like how the sea needs the moon, the rose needs water, and I need you
On another one of those days, the pattern chains my mind
Each line tells me that I belong to you, maybe, I am but a blind man
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