They Sit In Circles

Can we just hang on
Focus on
Admire the majestry
No matter how close it seems
Its always out of my reach

And when the color in your face returns
We’ll search for other vessels
Continue the scourge
Dissociate from what
The eyes believe
A whisper of what was once an identity

The patterns of your skull
Become so guttural
You're a natural

Don’t try to make it all about me
Hold tight to new ideas surrounding
In time we phase out of reality
Enticed by flashing lights so proudly
I see your circular form

This is your learned behavior
A seraphic view
What you’re conditioned to

Habitual reaction to this
You’ll always do
What you’re conditioned to

(patterns all these patterns)
Patterns all these patterns
Entombment of my matter
All these Patterns
An ethereal cycle