Repetitive Thoughts I had the thought of straight A’s again, Although that doesn’t seem the case. I had the thought of running – but then My shoe possessed no lace! I ran anyway, for repetition cannot win! But looking at my feet, I dropped. Motion repeated; limb and limb, So then I began to hop Hop Then drag Then flip Then roll Fuck! Change is now constant. So I gave up, for repetition was abundant.