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"Patchwork"
By Nell James

The answer to your question
No one else has need to find
The tangled yarn you can't unwind

The patchwork that is our minds
Seems to free and to confine
A mess of web connects random threads
There's something no one can explain
In my brain

Only approximations
That's a tough rule to accept
A fool to try and truly get

Hidden garden, thorn rose vines overgrown
Pervasive patterns sewn with faces I've known
Hidden garden, thorn rose vines overgrown
Pervasive patterns sewn with faces I've known
Cling our quilts all alone, they're our home, they're our home

The clockwork that makes our selves
Seems to elude much as we delve

Though two may bear resemblance
Some things never will transmit
Yet still I know I'll never quit

© 2006 Nell James