We're busy finding beauty in the random
Pulling meaning from the noise
Finding shapes in clouds and gods in fear
There is nothing and it's here
Looking
For patterns
In the static
Hoping
To meet
A special one
It's all just
To assure us
We're not alone
Looking
For patterns
In the static
There is nothing and it's here
Staring
In the mirror
The light bounces back
Finding
Some connection
In the eye contact
We are
The patterns
In the static