We've circled it, like lions circling their prey,

Looking at it from every angle,

But still we get in a tangle,

Tried and tried but still it's there the next day.

Sick of the sight of it, we have nothing to say,

It's not black and white, it's complicated,

We don't think it makes sense; believe problem and solution are unrelated,

Each time we're stumped, so think it's for the best if we let it go and walk away.