Whine
Whats with cliches and clinging with them
Where everything comes full circle
Where everyone fails to see that its just a matter of perception
Where a bond is an endless ring
Where following the path, one can make infinite round trips
I've followed it before in naivity. Round and round I went
And it seemed futile, like chasing your tail
Most of the time getting disoriented and dizzy
It was endless all right
Spiralling down the corkscrew
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