The n ight sets softly
With the hush of falling l e-e-e aves
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the t rees
And the l ight from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my w a-a-a ll
Like the pieces of a p uzzle
Or a c hild's uneven s crawl
Up a n arrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little r o-o-o om
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening g loom.
Imp aled on my wall
My eyes can dimly s e-e-e
The pattern of my l ife
And the p uzzle that is m e.
From the m oment of my birth
To the instant of my d e-e-e ath
There are Patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each b reath.
Like a r at in a maze
The path before me l i-i-i es
And the pattern never a lters
Unt il t he rat di es.
And the p attern still remains
On the wall where darkness f e-e-e ll
And it's fitting that it should
For in darknesss I must d well.
Like the c olor of my skin
Or the day that I grow o -o-o-o ld
My life is made of P atterns
That can s carcely be cont rolled.