Patternoia

Things are out to get me

Shapely shadowy weird ideas

Lines and angles draw me near

Strangest reasons may appear

Answers hollering loud and clear

I sit there quiet and ruminate

Considering I calmly wait

Compelled as always to contemplate

Not think too deep or hesitate

The circles, squares and undulates

Draw patterns as my mind equates
whilst my reason reinvigorates
thoughts crashing like tectonic plates