Patterns on a wall

Patterns where there are none

Patterns in my head

Patterns where there are none

My face is a wall

Where they try to find

Patterns where there are none

I flow and flow and flow

And they cannot follow

Cannot understand

The indecipherable

Like patterns on a wall

I see them, but they're not there

Patterns in my head

Are there, but no one sees them

No one but me

Sometimes not even me

They tell me that's why I'm here

An ocean of thought in a cage

Because that ocean is naught

But patterns on a wall

That no one can read

Sometimes not even me.