As it retreats I madly chase after it.
But when it rolls in, I rush back in a fit.
I love how it collects my every imprint.
Always coming back for more, never ready to quit.
Tirelessly we continue our foolish craze
For fate, it seems, never lets anyone stay.
Every time a little more, we try to touchbase.
But when will it end, this game of chase?
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