You go up the hill to find the prize
Then look at what you found
But what you're holding in your hands
Already made its rounds

You put it down and pick it up
And look at it again
What is there still remains
So you do it all again

Turn it over take a look
See if it will shine
Is what you thought you won
Only in your mind

Are we ever happy
With anything we gain
Or just searching for perfection
That cannot be obtained