It stretches on like a tumbling line of ribbon,
And eventually comes to an end.
Shaped by needs and wants,
Always changing.
Controlling the chronicles of life.
Lurking under every thought.
It seeks pain and anger,
Happiness and depression.
It always wins,
Then dies.
But continues on.
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