I am the song you can’t get out of your mind,
The daily charade that you call ‘the grind’
I’m that memory you play in your head –
– finger glued to rewind.
The same old solutions to new problems –
– that inextricably bind.
The synchrony of dancers that whirl in a troupe,
The precision of circus animals jumping through hoops,
The exact emotion that makes your mouth droop,
I am… you …stuck on loop