Pattern I ask myself the questions over and over again. Yet here I am uncertain over and over again like Sisyphus and the stone. Over and over over again until the weight will crush me over and over again. No closer to the answers over and over again. And still I will keep silent a million little times more. While my heart just keeps guessing a million little times more. Resist the constant urging a million little times more to give voice to my query a million little times more