Round and round I go,

instinct be the driver,

push forward, push forward,

the new, the new.

 

Round and round I go,

happen upon some oasis,

drink cool water and am refreshed,

rest, and unrest.

 

Round and round I go,

the dune field surrounds,

endless sand beneath my feet,

reach a crest during the night.

 

View the flatland.

My instinct is my loop,

the way is the stillness.

Round and round I go.