Echo

ECHO

The pitter patter in my brain
Is making a pattern; am I insane?
Around I go on a path quite deranged
I thought it was different, but it's actually the same.

I'm tangled in old habits,
Blind to my own ways
Myself I batter the more I tatter
In the breeze of pointing blame.

I thought I came.
I knew I came.
I should have came.
Time keeps track of the pain.

All the emotion that's stuck in my throat
Seems to come out when I'm alone
And no matter how much I choke
I can't seem to let go.

Caught in the throws of desperate control
I won't realize I know what I know.

     - Kristin Kim Haynes