One time, way back when, you picked me up. You carried me so far, or so I thought. One time, way back then, I realized I was not being carried. I was being pushed in circles, ‘round and ‘round. Then another stuck his foot out on the repeating path and tripped me. While falling out of the dreadful realm of reoccurring affairs, I fell for him. And we have carried each other much farther than only in a circle, this time.