The Pattern Repeats Itself

Round again,
Back again,
Dance in a daze---
Reach for the stars, then descend---
Up again,
Down again,
Trapped in a maze---
When does the dance ever end?

The eyes may be a different color,
The hair may be another shade---
The things we find persuasive
Are ever more evasive---
For the pattern repeats itself
Once the pattern has been made.

The laughs may be a trifle louder,
The heart may feel a faster climb---
No matter how we're wary
The essence doesn't vary,
For the pattern repeats itself,
Just give the pattern time.

I try to find the joke in it,
I laugh at the pattern I see---
Just when I think I've broken it,
The damned thing has broken me.

The end may be a little harder,
The words much softer or more stern,
But the cure is always distant,
And the pain remains persistent,
And the pattern repeats itself----
Won't I ever ever learn?
 

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