End to end and round the bend we pack out clichés push through the haze When we are born and die, a unicorn; climb down and up the mango tree steps akimbo, menagerie Confused at times, others set the risks we take, a fling, a bet chasing our tails, start a riot shouting loud, keeping quiet Back to back we sail and tack crumbling infrastructure, take the train up the hill, body mind again.
