It's an endless chase.
A carrot was hung before me
And I was made to run.
Make sure you grab it
The carrot went on
Changing its nature and color
Once you hung it for me
Now see, I have my own.
Once a compulsion
Now an instilled obsession
Drives me hard
Says, run and run.
Time for none.
Is it all I am here for?
A raising question.
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