Pretty Patterns

Endless waves across the sea Things, they float away from me Everything always repeats Everything always repeats Flowering like it's spring In this shell, I'm spiraling Butterfly, spread your wings Fly away, see some things Sun... Rising... Living? Dying... Give... Take... Love? Fake... Too... Late? It's... Fate... Walk the trails, see the trees Missing opportunities Life can be so pretty Why does no one feel lucky? So entrancing, so concrete Sometimes things slip out of reach Everything always repeats Everything always repeats Situations may seem bleak We can't always compete We can land on our feet We can land on our feet