Kweku's patterns

Patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns, Everything's made out of patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns. Images and senses, mere illusions, To see the truth, find the patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns. In the dance of the cosmos, where stars align, Kweku whispers, "All is design." From the spirals of galaxies, to the swirls in our mind, It's patterns, patterns, patterns, that we find. Patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns, The universe's fabric, patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns. In every moment, in every action, The key to understanding, patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns. Look beneath the chaos, what do you see? A symphony of order, a patterned key. In the rhythm of life, in the waves of the sea, It's patterns, patterns, patterns, that set us free. Patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns, We are all constructed, patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns. In the heart of nature, in the core of our entity, It's all just patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns. So when you gaze upon the night sky, or into a lover's eyes, Remember Kweku's mantra, as old as time. The hack of reality, the essence that ties, Is patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns—life's most profound rhyme. Patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns,