Guilt Tripping

I am making rounds, on circular road;
Looking for something I must have lost
Trying to remember what I must have known
Hoping to suffer long ‘fore I move on.

I make long strides with my head looking down
Earnestly seeking but what I can’t find.
The garment has a rent, I must patch it up
Alas this Joseph coat can’t be patched.

But my heart keeps pounding and reminds me yet
What a fool I was to allow this rent,
So she goes a travellin’ n she takes me along
‘Pon this circular route that will never be due.

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