Sometimes I feel we’re on a Möbius strip,
A Möbius trip
That never ends.
Now we’re on one side,
And now the other,
And it’s always surprising,
But always the same.
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Sometimes I feel we’re on a Möbius strip,
A Möbius trip
That never ends.
Now we’re on one side,
And now the other,
And it’s always surprising,
But always the same.
You caught this SO well: a strip AND a trip that never ends – but switches from one side to the other. This writing loops round as delicately as the Mobius strip itself – beautiful!