His head spun so fast that he kept forgetting where he was;
Laughing as his cart flew off the tracks to crash-land in a graveyard of carnival ghosts.

"I've lost my way," said the sea gull.
"Can you please direct me to the coast?"

His eyes rolled so fast that he lost sight of himself;
smashing the magazine rack into the bookshelf
which sent every never-read novel straight into the trash.

"I'm lost," said the runaway.
"Won't you help me to get back?"

His arms flailed so fast that he sent the silver-surfaced sphere soaring past multicolored circles to crash through multiple ***** resulting in flashes of blue, red, and green to play across the shadows of his face.
In a frenzy, he shook the machine and caused a tilt.

*"I've lost," said the mason.
"Everything I've ever built."