Patterns Not People

Orphans;
Bad friends;
Girls and boys.
I’ve been calling;
Three times.
Too long.
What’s this phase shift/symmetry break?
The new kids can’t see the front of the stage
Seek it call it more worthwile
Than wasting time on getting by
Can’t see, can’t speak for those who can.
What’s in this house, under the bed?
What’s in this stream, shallow and quick?
A heart beats a billion times and then stops.