Topsy-turvy we stumble
Spinning as we go
Stretching out
But grasping naught
Helter-skelter we cascade
Our quarry just out of reach
Forever hunting
Never catching
Haphazardly, madly, running
Knowing not what we seek
Chasing a vague desire
For something better
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