I spin in circles,

Round and round again,

In this cycle,

That never ends.

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There are times I wonder,

Why I’m chasing this intruder,

In this endless blunder,

He seems so familiar somehow.

-

But as the tip once again escapes my gnaw,

These thoughts soon evaporate,

It is as if they had never been there at all.

-

And so I spin in circles,

Round and round again,

In this cycle,

That never ends.