I've written my history,
Seasons of my life,
An ever-growing tapestry,
I weave it day and night,
I choose my colours carefully,
And learn what they mean,
Attacking rhyme and reason,
Sewn beneath the fabric,
Stitched in every seam.

I've painted my history,
Patterns of my time,
An ever-changing tapestry,
I weave it in clean lines,
I plan my route out perfectly,
Still i run amuck,
Searching for a place to hide,
To keep my secrets safe,
Keep my feelings locked.