Patterns

The patterns of what I do,

The effects of the actions of today,

The people that come and go,

In the bustle and hustle of the ton,

I pick and choose what to do,

I build an image of myself,

In my mind to live up to,

But my image doesn't reconcile,

To the reality of my life,

Is it the patterns of my mind,

Or am I unable to transition,

To bigger and better things,

So I'll try again tomorow,

To dream and build again.